Here. Take this chapter as a gift, because I have a new story idea and it's currently beating the shit out of my other stories and yeah, fucking hell. And my mom got out of surgery two days ago, she's okay. I'm not going to do much writing for a while, sorry 'bout that.
I don't own Danny Phantom or The Gamer Ability thing; both go to their respected owners.
I snort at that. Really? That's the name of the game? 'Life Sucks, Deal With It' sounds like something I would put at the top of a birthday card. That I gave to someone who broke their leg or something.
I tap the Main Menu option and watch as the words change.
Life Sucks, Deal With It
Main Menu
Start
Options
Characters
Help
I raise an eyebrow, "Well, fuck me. This is some pretty detailed shit. I'm kinda awed that my brain could come up with this shit."
I poke the Options tab and watched the screen flicker as it changed colors, again.
Now it was a bright yellow with pink lettering and I felt as if my eyes were going to melt trying to read the damn thing.
Life Sucks, Deal With It
Options
Autosave/Save Game Off
Tutorial/Help Off
Music Off
Access to Main Menu Off
Cheat Codes Off
Add To Group Locked
Customize Character Locked
GameMaster Locked
I blinked once, twice, three times before glaring at the screen.
"Really!? All of it is off or locked?! This is bullshit! It's all going to be on, all of it, even the Music. And you three can go fuck yourselves."
I switched everything to 'On' and glared at the locked ones before going back to Main Menu.
Life Sucks, Deal With It
Main Menu
Start
Options
Character
Help
I clicked the Help tab only for the summary to pop up and I moved on to Character tab. Now this one was interesting.
Life Sucks, Deal With it
Characters
The gray expanse turned black and light appeared from the 'ceiling', creating perfect circles on the 'floor'. In each of these spotlights was a person, or at the very least a humanoid figure. There was so many that I could spend a hundred years here and still not know how many people there were.
"Oh, fuck me…" I mumbled, slowly turning around with wide eyes.
I moved towards one figure. It was a man a few years older than me with light brown hair that came to his shoulders and fell into his eyes. His eyes were dark brown and cold as ice. He had no clothes on – which was A-Okay in my book – and had quite a few scars; mainly on his torso and arms.
I glanced at the screen that had popped up when I got close to the guy.
Character
Harden soldier
SEX: Male
NAME: James
Look at summary/stats? Y/N
CONFIRM CHARACTER
"Wait. Is this my character? I can become this guy? Fucking hell! This is more and more like video game every fucking second." I snorted and glanced to the side, "Is that a chick? I can be a chick?!"
I looked down at myself and slightly groped my own chest.
"I can have boobs?" I looked up then back down again, "That's fucking wicked! Hahaha, I can just grab my own boobs in public and freak people the fuck out! Fuck yes! Sign me up for this one!"
I tried to click the confirm character tab but right as I clicked… it turned gray.
I blinked.
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"Oh fuck you! I want to be this one! Fuck you, you motherfucking asshat! I want to be a –" I glanced at the character type, "Bitchy Snobby Rich Girl!"
I flipped the screen off and stomped away with a huff. As I walked I looked around at all the characters. There were girls, boys, one was both, some werewolf looking things, another was in a wheelchair, and so many others.
One caught my eye. I read the summary and a grin slowly started form. I laughed and with a smirk clicked 'Confirm character'.
"This is perfect. It's like nothing will change."
I went back to the Main Menu and clicked Start Game.
Everything goes dark.
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Someone's shaking me. I groan and roll onto my side and the shaking stops for a second, I sigh in relief. The shaking starts up again. I growl and swing my arm at the annoyance, and hit clothing and skin, a person.
'So help me, Alex, I will break your arms if you don't stop shaking me.' I think irritated and roll over to face Alex.
I growl, "Stop shaking me."
The voice that replied was high-pitched and squeaky, not the usual deep baritone. 'That's not Alex.'
"But it's our birthday! Get up! Come on lets goooo!"
My eyes snap open in shock and slight horror. I was looking at a black haired, blue eyed child wearing spaceship pjs.
The child grins – I absently notice that he's missing a tooth – and shakes me again harder, bouncing in place.
"Come on! Getupgetupgetupgetupgetup!"
I don't know this child, I don't recognize this room or the bed I'm in or the clothes I'm wearing and oh my fucking god where am I?! Oh fuck ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck! Idon'tknowwhereIam, whereamI, Idon'tknowthiskid.
"James?"
I push the kid away from me; he falls onto his ass and promptly bursts into tears. I pressed my back in the corner and the door opens, there is a woman in the doorway. She gasps and runs to the child crying on the floor.
She turns to me and glares, "James, what did you do to your brother?!"
Brother?
"That's not my brother."
The woman looks appalled, "James –"
"I don't know him."
She blinks, confused, and asks, "What are you tal-"
I get off the bed and move towards the open door.
"I don't know you either. I don't know you, stay away from me!"
I run out of room and I can hear the woman yell for me to stop.
It's harder to move my limbs and everything was bigger than I remembered. As I ran towards the stairs I prepared to jump down them.
"James, stop!"
I push off the ground to leap into air and… trips.
The stairs rush to meet my face and all I can think of is 'Shit'.
