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So, the first thing I did with my knowledge was create the Bugster Virus.

To those who aren't super certain what that is, let me simplify it for you.

To put it bluntly, it's what happens when you infect regular germs and microbes with data, or in this case, pure video game code, with the end goal of literally making yourself and or all organic life around you into a video character/s.

Now, this might sound like a great idea, but it doesn't really take into account the little facts, like that the human body DOESN'T usually like being converted to what's basically a new species, or the fact that reality doesn't always mesh with what you can do with a game.

In comes the Gashat/to depending on how thick your Engrish is. A convenient carrying case holding near endlessly multiplying levels of specified virus samples, growing both the host and original virus's strength with each use and resonance. They also have the handy effect of deploying the 'game field' where there's MUCH less worry about stress levels from exposed virus in open areas. Almost like hazmat tents that also let you punch physics in the face.

Obviously, I got some of that as soon as I could. Which...was not great..

Flashback:

"Alright. No going back after this." I said as I stared down at the black fusion of plastic and metal in my hand, gulping at the weight in my hand. Spoiler: Our Beginning Line-up
Yeah, the thing they never really show on TV or on the toys? The little Gashat's button is also a super tiny needle. It pierces the finger pushing it and 'activates' when exposed to blood contaminated with Gamer Virus antibodies, creating a large burst of power to deploy the field, then the armor under the lessened constrictions. Woo.

I took another few breaths, before harshly exhaling.

"There's no point in playing an unwinnable game. This isn't even the worst thing that can be done. This is NOT a Faiz situation." You repeated to yourself.

But still you hesitated on the trigger. To pull it meant that things had to change. There was no going back.

I looked out at the window for a moment. I saw tall building shittily marked with graffiti and age. I saw people walk around with darting eyes and scowling faces. I saw at least three homeless men, only one of whom I had talked with.

I looked back down to my hand, mow white against the Gashat.

"Yeah. Let's change up this shitty game."

And I pressed down on the trigger.

"GASHAT-TO!"

"AAAAAATTHHGEGHUIAJAKAKAK!"

END OF FLASHBACK

Yeah. The pain was like nothing ever felt before, simultaneously tearing me apart while building me back, brick by brick. I tore the sheets I was using to stifle my screams, and even had some flashes of light that were pretty hard to explain in the aftermath.

But I had done it. as far as the world was concerned, I was the Alpha carrier of the Bugster Virus.

And I was more than willing to play some games. Among other things.

After all, what do you call someone who doesn't really exist... Spoiler: Me and Myself
But a Para-Dx (Paradox)