The Great Game Station: Fair Play

'The world isn't fair so it's our job to make it one.' These are the thoughts that go through the head of one Andrew Rienfield, head of the "FAIR PLAY FIELDS", an old-fashioned boxing gym located in Pennsylvania, Philadelphia. He got it from his old coach Rowan after his bank took half of his savings in 'interest'.

"Let's go now, I don't see those bags moving!" He shouted, the now 26-year-old started walking around the gym, built 6'11", muscular with short black hair, he checked the other members of the gym, correcting their forms, giving appropriate advice on fighting techniques, and instilling values to any who choose to listen to it.

"When you say that you can only do ten more, I want you to think that you can do twenty! There is always another level to get to, another ceiling to break, never say your done because there is another person ready to take you out!" With his conviction given, he heads outside to grab a smoke.

"Hey yo, muscle boy!", a gritty voice calls out.

The young bruiser looked up at the new guest, "Hi there, you must be the owner of this rat's nest." The owner of that voice was a short, skinny individual, with greasy black hair, a cheetah print jacket, purple striped dress shirt, cheap slacks, and run-down dress shoes, the weasel asks, "Is it me or have we met each other before?"

"Well who hasn't met Winnie, the greasiest man in all of Phillie." Andrew said apprehensively, "Whoa, whoa, whoa friend, no need to start name calling.", he said unoffended," I guess it doesn't matter, I was just looking for you to start paying our new protection plan." "And just what will this protection plan cover, if you mind my saying." "Oh, just all kinds of trouble, all you need to do is to put up one of our signature symbols on this immaculate wall and pay our monthly subscription of 2,500 buckaroos and we'll be set." Winnie grinned unnervingly.

"Well color me surprised, I thought dealers weren't supposed to be high on their own supply, because that's what you must be you think that I can pay that amount every month for your 'protection'." Andrew scoffed.

"Well now, now, let's talk business for a second here, how about you help us with somethings every now and then, and we'll deduct your pay, or we can always use some errand boys around here if you know what I'm saying." Winnie offered.

Andrew bristled at even the notion of what the scum was saying, visibly tensing at the offers that were being said, "Well I see that you need a moment to think about our deal, well I'll see you tomorrow at, 3:00, 3:00 works for me well I got things to do now, ciao." Winnie waved him off.

Andrews Apartment, (7:00pm)

Andrew went to his bed, got on his knees, and prayed these words, "Hey god, or anybody listening, it's me Andrew, I haven't talked to anybody about what happened earlier today and I need some help, there are these guys that are trying to make everything I stand up for into dust, I…I need some help, if you can help me out of this mess I will do anything you need me to do, just help me out and I'll owe you one deal?"

Great Game Station, (10 Quadrillion and .50 Cycles)

"Deal." Adam Strattos says, as he looks out the window, "Mr. Strattos…Is it time to start project Genesis?" Syd asks nonchalantly. "Yes, it's time, and I think that I have found the perfect person for the [Fair Play] quota."

Fair Play Fields Outside, (3:10pm)

'Geez, if he is going to at least try to get me to work for him, at least show up on time.' Andrew thought, as walked back into his office, a simple one lined with trophies and pictures of owner's past, on his desk a blue envelope was on it. 'Strange, I didn't see this earlier in the morning, meh, might as well go see what it is.' He opened it up and read as it was shown.

Dear Mr. Rienfield,

It is of great pleasure for you to know that the man named, 'Winnie' or any of his associates, will not bother you for the foreseeable future. What was it that you said, 'Just help me out and I'll owe you one'? Well we helped you out, now it's time for your end of the bargain. Just press the Start Button in front of you and we'll begin.

When Andrew lifted his head in shock of what happened, a nearly translucent blue button appeared, with the words, [Press Start] on it.

"Well… a deal, is a deal." As he pressed it the next thing he saw was a bright light.