“Your choices are going to affect how this game progresses.” Zombies clamored at the open gate, innocence splattered the white picket fence, and the almost-digital narrator impatiently continued. “This is the tutorial level so you have room to practice.” The angry farmer threw down the odd weapon. “This isn’t a game! This is real life! I’m going to bed.” Zombies charged mercilessly. They were overtaken. “That’s fine. You won’t make it for long. I’ll help.”
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The home guarded by white picket fence would never be the same after that evening. They were just settling down for the evening. The daughter was sound asleep and the wife was reading in bed. The husband walked the torn, fleshy remains of that evening’s chicken dinner to the compost. As he turned to lock up the front gate and put the dogs to bed, he heard fierce barks, followed by whimpers, then unworldly moans.
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When the blindfolds were removed, the first things we saw were: “I must type for my life.” We were shackled and wore oppressive green collars. An imposing figure dominated a large screen, with matching red-suited guards holding odd guns on either side, and an equally large keyboard table in front of us. Kiki was scared, but held her composure. The looming figure’s voice boomed out: “Welcome! Step forward. You must type these words to survive!”
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“What’s that, Float?”
“Let’s go see.”
The two friends skated through the college parking lot to a small rectangular object they saw while lounging around between classes. The obscured teacher’s parking area was empty except for trees, the two part-time students, and the worn leather object. The fitter of the two arrived first, grabbed the object, and started investigation before the lankier one arrived.
“That’s someone’s wallet, Quest.”
“Yeah, I’m just lookin’ inside for… ID.”
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The sun was settling in for the evening on unpolluted land as the three men continued their trek through the formerly forbidden lands. They, a seasoned soldier, a training tactician, and practitioning prowler, were the newest advancing guard for a scouting team poised to dutifully document this newly annexed ground. They arrived at a clearing overlooking a majestic vista, after hours silently walking through dense forest, to a roar that shook their pristine planet’s foundation.
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“Hey, Bug?” “Yes, Ugh?”
“Heard Gorthak new?” “Tigers eaten. Bad.”
“Heard Zuknob new?” “Tigers eaten. Ness”
“Is conspiracy?” “Way no, Ugh!”
“Not sure. Heard Roktug new?” “Tigers eaten. Fight. Save no.”
“Tigers eaten people?” “Yes, time all. Why?”
“No in old Rugnar days!” “…Ugh right. What do?”
The two scruffy men looked around the rocky cave. They thought they’d heard a rustling. Maybe it was their imagination? Then they saw eyes. Was it their time?
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