Nyx Ember lived for the thrill of killing.
But not real life killing, of course. He was too docile to even lift a plastic knife.
No, he lived for the thrill of killing… in video games.
"Did I just hear somebody talk about me?"
No. Why would you ever hear somebody talking to you, when you're alone in your neat room and in front of your computer?
"Ah. Ok." He turned back to his screen. "Weird. I'm sure I heard someone again." Shhhhhh. Stop breaking walls. "Ok."
But, this teenage boy, oddly extremely gullible and slow now that I think about it, liked one video game a thousand times more than any other. Guess what it was? Warframe! He played it night and day, day and night. Almost always when he had a chance. In other words, when he wasn't playing sports outside, eating vegetables and being a good kid all round.
Now, Nyx, how about you step over here? This glowy portal thing… Hm… here! This glow-y portal thing that just appeared in your bedroom!
"Hey, how did that get there? And what is that?" Ah! I'm glad you asked! That's the- Oh wait I'm the narrator I'm NOT supposed to respond! Just walk in there, Nyx. "Why?" I'll give you the secret to beating RNG.
He jumped straight in. Finally. Now I can stop this prologue and…
"Wait, WHAT THE HECK. WTF IS THIS ABOUT NARRATORS, WEIRD OMNIPOTENT AUTHORS AND FOURTH WALLS? WAM!" Ha! Too late!
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Till next time!
"AAAAAAHHHHHH, why did you make this wormhole so lonnnnnnnnnnnggg."
A/N:
WAM: Wait a minute.
WTF: What the f***