AFTER WATCHING WRECK IT RALPH FOR A WHILE AND BEING SORT OF A GAMER MYSELF. I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF HOME GAMING CONSOLE CHARACTERS COLLIDED WITH ARCADE CHARACTERS. THIS IS WHAT I VIEW IT LIKE AND I HOPE THIS WILL BE ENTERTAINING TO READERS FOLLOWING THIS STORY.

I do not own Wreck It Ralph or any of the mentioned video game characters.

PROLOGUE

Today was by far the most adventurous day I ever played. Giant trolls, huge griffins, terrifying drakes, chimera's and other such mythical monsters that I had slain. But what is to be expected in a game of Dragon's Dogma. I am an Arisen like many others who have saved their data on the console of the PS3. It may have been one traumatic moment to enter my game and have a dragon rip out my heart to make a meal out of it, but I got awesome powers after that. I are in command two pawns and my own made pawn. I kind of get irritated from being called master all the time, at least that changes after our game owner stops playing our game. But due to the rules of gaming, I can't tell them anything except select what is programmed to tell them and they have no choice but to call us that, even though I was given a name. Sometimes if our saved game isn't being played, we just go out and without saving our data to continue fighting or having our own made up adventures with other Arisens. Sometimes I wish they made this into an interactive online game to fight along side with other Arisens, but the space on this game can only go so far.

If you are wondering how I was made, then let me tell you.

The gamer decided to make me into a small boy, bright green eyes, slicked back brown hair, and a bit skinny just to make me look more like a child. I guess having a hero that's a child is pretty interesting, especially if he can take down dragons and massive creatures like that. Oh yeah and the gamer decided to call me Alpha. Yeah, not the usual normal name like Joe or Dave, but I guess it's his way of saying he's the top dog of playing games.

Life in this game was always entertaining while we could use many types of weapons, perks, skills, and magic. I had become one of the most outgoing Arisens. Getting myself into trouble and always pushing myself to the limits. I was also a pain in the butt as well. I would never let you hear the end of it when I beat you in a competition, I played jokes here and there, and I tended to fight my battles alone, because people just got in the way.

It was the end of game time for our game owner. He was a pretty good guy, keeping our discs clean and well kept. No real crashes or skips during game play. He always takes out our disc after playing and places them nicely back in the case. After that we go join the others at Entertainment Central, as we call it, to hang out with other data.

Our surge protector is connected not just to the PS3, but also to the Wii, Xbox, and a PC where we meet a endless load of different programs off the net. Since our game owner is a real gamer, we have so many famous game programs to meet and become friends with. My friends are Solid Snake, Kratos, Galen, aka Star Killer, and Raiden. Not the pajama wearing thunder rod or the pussy Sons of liberty one, but the MSG4 Raiden. I kind of wished it was the new Raiden that was coming out soon, but this one is still awesome. So yeah I always hung out with a gruesome crowd, but if that's where all the action is then I'm for it.

Sometimes the programs visited our PS3 like a theater with all of it's downloaded movies. Sometimes we even hacked into the systems memory to view our recent game plays. We would then hold competitions to see who performed to the best of our abilities. Sometimes my friends and I would hold fighting tournaments mostly with Mario in his Super Smash Bros. Brawl game. Then we'd make racing competitions in the Little Big Planet Karting and make our own tracks to challenge others as well as ourselves.

As home gaming consoles, we never had to worry about dying in another game because they were very compatible with their constant system updates. Plus we did have stronger connections to our data.

The greatest perk of all this is we always head to the laptop to find out new updates and secrets from our games. It is always crowded but we try to take turns so not to damage the hard drive when we enter.

Life was awesome as a home gaming console system's program. I had everything I would ever need here at this multi media entertainment room.

Unfortunately, this is how life for me took a turn for the worst.

I wanted to try to go see someone I knew online who gave me free updates and downloadable content to my data. Since we were part of a console that could transfer data, we could take our data with us out of the game and to the net. But it just had to be this point and time as I was in the data room to take my data to get more content.

Our game owner was related to an old man by the name of Mr. Litwak who owned an arcade store. He came to borrow a surge protector that we were plugged into. Normally the announcement would be made that we needed to head to our recent place of creation and stay until plugged back in the surge protector. But I was in the middle of transferring my data and missed the call.

As others made there way back, I took the train cart to the surge protector, unnoticed, by just passing after the last group of the PS3 programs exited the terminal from Entertainment Central. After reaching the end of the tunnel and coming off the train to walk through the archway, the train disappeared. I thought it was just a slight malfunction and took no heed to it. My next surprise was that Entertainment Central was completely empty. I was about to call for the Surge Protector when all of the sudden I heard and saw plugs being removed from their sockets.

I panicked and tried to run back to the PS3 console, but was too late as I saw the plug then removed. As my last option to escape was gone, I tried to make it to the surge protector cord. But the power went out and I knew I was trapped and stuck inside the surge protector along with my data. I have never felt so afraid even after taking on the dragon in the beginning of my game after I was created. So lost on what to do, I hid behind the desk and curled up and prepared for the worst.

I was alone in the dark and knew I would never see my friends again. All that was going through my mind was what was going to become of the surge protector I was trapped in. was I going to be thrown away or used for some home appliance like a lamp or a toaster. Either way, this was the end for me. And worst of all, after being completely separated from my gaming console, my data was affected and I felt all the skills and experience from my game disappear. I still had my personality and memories, but that was all I kept. Next thing I noticed was that my customized character was turned into a black silhouette.

I became an empty program. I was a lost program. I just gave up there and then and awaited my existence to cease.

Until I heard the surge protector being plugged into a socket and having the lights turn back on and see more plugs being inserted inside. I waited I as I saw the old Surge Protector appear and stand in the middle of the, now renamed, Game Central. And I was relived a moment later as I saw many new gaming characters come out of the terminals and become familiar to the new surge protector.

But a dreadful realization soon popped into my head. These weren't home console games, these were arcade games.

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