"Omigosh omigosh! Omigosh Mike, did you hear? Final Fantasy 12 is coming out! Omigosh I am SO excited!" Mike listened to the continual shouts from his sister, Eve, as he sat down and played some Phantom-Dusty goodness.
"That's cool. When is it supposed to come out?"
"Um...not sure. But, I am will SO be there when it comes out! It is the ROXX0RZ!" Mike laughed for a few seconds. He had'nt heard computer talk for a while, and the whole -0XX0RZ thing was funny to him. "That's cool." Mike's mute character got blasted by a fire ball. "Man, It would be so nice to be able to hold a phone and do other things simultaneously like you or my Mom"
"Yeah, sucks to be you. Oh, my boss is coming in with a baseball bat, I'll talk to you later k?"
"K. See ya"
"Bye." Mike clicked the 'talk' button off and re-tried the Phantom Dust level. The computer was so cheap. He laughed again as he imagined images of an enraged older brother throwing a controller into the TV screen. If it had challenge, it got him angry. If it had no challenge, it got him bored. "Shane just isn't made for gaming," Mike said aloud.
Oddly, when he finished Phantom Dust and turned off the XBOX, Mike heard a faint rustling noise behind his dresser. Mike cautiously set down the gargantuan controller and peeked behind his dresser. Crap, he thought, it's that stupid FF7 game my brother bought. He'd automatically blame it on me if anything happened to it. Carefully, Mike reached down the back of his clothe holder with his long, lanky arm. He picked it up. "Phew, not a scratch on it. I wonder how it got down there anyway..." The top lid holding the three disc collection popped open and a demonic, or possibly satanic, deep voice unleashed itself from within.
"What you loathe you shall become!" A black hole appeared within the first disc and started to consume specific objects in the bedroom. Star Ocean, Tales of Symphonia, and many other games Mike so loved were sucked into a black abyss. Mike was about to step on the demon game, only it started to eat his foot. "Come, enjoin with me!" Mike yelled some pleas of help, but all was for naught. Within seconds, his voice was futilely echoed in the regions of a black, endless space. Mike was so shocked and so taken aback, he fainted.
Has it been an hour? A year? A millennium? Mike couldn't be sure. He began to open his eyes to see what laid before him. The space had not vanished, black with hints of light were still encircling his being as far as Mike could tell. But what he could make out were six embodiments of blue flame. Mike, realizing the ability to swim through this abyss, utilized this and began to swim forward. He got closer, nearer, until at last he came upon the six bodies. They all seemed to be sleeping, or unconscious. A message in flames appeared above them. It read: PICK FOUR.
Mike yelled, but he seemed to have lost his voice, or was unable to audibly perceive it. Because he had nothing to do or nowhere else to go, he looked to examine the six embodiments.
The first was a warrior, covered in red armor, red hair, and maybe a red sword. The second was a kung-fu fighter guy, with a headband and a costume for such the occupation. The third was another girl with red hair and a white cloak about her. The fourth was a person in a red cloak with white hair, sort of like the opposite of the third. The fifth was a jawa knockoff with a blue cloak and a witch hat. The sixth was a blue-haired begZ0r with cheap attire to match. How was Mike supposed to pick four?
He went up to the first phantom-esque corpse and touched his sword. The blue flames changed to a glaring red as this was done. Mike confirmed this result and thought to choose another three. He picked the person with blue hair, because blue was one of his favorite colors, the kung-fu guy, because you always need kung-fu, and the girl, for no apparent reason at all. Another message, in seemingly bland white text appeared above him: YOUR PATH IS SET, MAY YOUR ADVENTURE BE PROSPEROUS.
The black abyss seemed to get even blacker as he was pulled into something Mike would never forget. (dun dun DUN!)