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I am a devil and I know it

Once again it’s past midnight and I’m forcing myself to write for an hour. I tried to push myself to write earlier, but was caught with other things. So here I am, pissed and writing.

 

“Come on guys, just one more spot left!” Would they never shut up about that? And couldn’t someone volunteer? “We’re a guild, people, let’s help each other out” “Let’s help KingPlayer continue his personal story” I’d just gotten my vista, so why the heck not. “Ok, I’ll join you,” I responded on the guild chat, opening up my map to find them.

I was really planning on finishing a map tonight, but I guess it helped to finish a whole dungeon. Gave me some achievements as well, and I needed it. Last time I got the chest I messed up and chose the wrong skin for my weapons. Now I had to get a thousand more to get what I really wanted. I was three-quarters from my goal, so anything helped.

“Ugh, it’s contested,” the Charr said. After killing some regular Fire Legions it was obvious the boss wouldn’t show up, and we needed him dead to continue. “I’ll do some guesting on another server to get us in.” It didn’t really matter who went, as long as we got into the dungeon. Several minutes and attempts later the messaged popped onto my screen: “Will you-” Yeah, yeah, I know what I want to do, and pressed the right button. The loading screen of a personal story I hadn’t done yet appeared, and a short video. I tried to skip the dialogue, but my computer froze. Damn Mac. It’s far from a gaming computer, but it’d have to do. “Eva is reading,” referring to the fact that I wasn’t done with the video. “It froze,” informing them that I wasn’t really interested in the story and that I was ready. KingPlayer, whose story we helped him with, wasn’t really in charge. We were a party of 5, and two of our guild’s most experienced and friendly ladies was with us. It was clear that they knew where and what, yet did a good job not to take over the show. Apart from those two we were 3 rangers, me included. It isn’t usually the sign of a strong group, but we did a good job to keep ourselves alive. I, myself, had done this dungeon a couple of times, but not this version. So when enemies popped up where I didn’t expect them, things got interesting.

“Thnx,” a fallen comrade said as she rose up from the dead. “np,” the usual respond. The battles were heated and we kept moving. Videos I didn’t want to see kept coming to my screen, and I was always the last one to get it away. Damn slow internet connection. “What the?!” Someone was dead. She’d fallen off the bridge, and no one was dumb enough to follow. Amused by her achievement of dying I replied with a quick “x)” for the battle continued without her. When we won she came running to us from a waypoint behind us. Continuing up the hill we encountered another bridge. We fought bravely, but they outnumbered us on the bridge. I had to get back to the ground or I’d fall off. A quick evade and I was almost at safety. I flew up in the air and down beside the bridge and hit the bottom of the cave, all with the soundtrack of my character screaming with a semi-male voice. “How?!” Furious of how those damn Fire Legions blew me off the bridge and killed me. “xD” Oh, you didn’t. And it surely was the human who fell off the last bridge. Only seconds later another body fell beside me, followed by a quick comment. “… :( Well, I thought I’d join you!” The same woman, I think we brought bad luck to each other. “About time! I was getting lonely,” snarky comments where my specialty. Since I couldn’t join them until the battle was won I went through my inventory to see if I could upgrade any of my gear. Ah, a skill point! “lol, your corpse gained a skill point,” my dead neighbor commented. “Haha, an inventory thingy,” nailed it.

Reunited with the group we continued. Only a couple of minor bosses and we got the real deal. He was a nasty piece of lava monster mixed with Charr. The graphics in this game are pretty good! Although the constant circling around the subject got boring after the tenth time in a row. That’s really not the only way of presenting a villain.

Running to him in an effort to find a point to aim my arrows I suddenly found myself dead. Hit by rolling lava balls. “Well that was stupid,” I said, hoping for a noble soul to revive me. She came quickly and we continued  to find a way to get this bastard. Nothing really seemed to work. “Get into the sphere and hit him with his own lava balls.” We followed and did as we were instructed. It sure was helpful when someone knew what they were doing. The monster, oddly enough, kept on finding new tricks, but we all lived. Only a few minor burns and scratched, but nothing a healing spell wouldn’t fix. My dear snow leopard “River Song” was faithful enough and tried to attack the SoB from time to time, but she only managed to get herself killed. Idiot. A red bird with the name Destiel took over and it was certainly more clever. Or I stopped checking if he was alive is more correct. The boss was defeated and the chest was full of rewards. Yet, nothing I could really use. I should really save up some money and get some resources so I can forge my own armor. For what I got in these chests where never for my character. Such a pity. “Great job guys!” “Thank you for helping!” “gj” and all the other similar messages was sent for a little while until we left the party. A dungeon well accomplished, and I’d gotten more things to sell and a few achievements as well!

 

As you can see this isn’t a part of the previous stories. I couldn’t think of anything to write about, so I wrote about my gaming. Not really that interesting, but at least it’s something. Well, I wrote for 40 minutes, and that’s good enough for tonight. Good night, everyone!
P.S. “KingPlayer”, as far as I know, is not a username. Just something I came up with.

 

The Competition

*This is something I’ve written in inspiration from the tension between Sherlock and Irene from the BBC tv-show, Sherlock. I want to write much more, though the timing isn’t the best.*

I can hear his steps between my breaths. They are far away; it will take more than a man in black shoes to hunt me down. Many shoes have tried, miles have been laid behind, yet I remain out of their reach. The game I have so joyfully enjoyed had developed to become one of those things that has to be done to keep life going. Just like the ordinaries’ need for food.
How incredibly boring it is to see them dance. I can read their moves like a child’s book. Their simple mind’s desperate attempt to understand why it’s not going in the direction they had predicted. By their calculations it should have! The poor souls get so ecstatic when something actually fits. Celebrations upon festivals upon awards and nominations are thrown around. All they desire is to be noticed. Little children striving to grow into powerful people, well-known and internationally appreciated. They are born in the corner of the world. Crawling and fighting they will look for a place in the center, where they will, after a time, die. It is their destiny and their doom. Their only certainty and yet they fear it most in the world. Dreams of achievements haunt them, never let go, and force them to reach for the stars, when the only thing in reach is the lamp on the nightstand. The greatest they can achieve is the destruction of their home. For generations they’ve worked, and even seem to know where they’re headed. Maybe in a hundred years they will have managed to meet their goal. But for now all they can do is enjoy the little things.
In some way you can say that I’m destroying them. Though that wouldn’t be quite fair. I’m only helping them to do something in their lives. Rumors have gone around that the chief inspector has put it as his life mission to catch me. Some tasks are needed in life! A couple of challenges, nothing more. Nevertheless, I can’t let him catch me. Then the game would be over. There would be nothing more to chase, no reason to keep a knife under the pillow, no cause to look around corners and search for alternative routes. It would all be over. My disappointment in their conquest has long ago turned to the acknowledgement that I will never face my equal. The only thing making me continue is the thrill. The adrenalin rush that strikes when I can feel their hands grasping in the air where I once stood fulfills me.
It didn’t take long until something else made me stretch for their attention. Another creep was wandering and terrorizing in a greater scale than myself. It was a testosterone filled creature attempting to overcome me. My performance so far was not even close to my best shot and they were going to know. They were all going to know that no one exceeds the magnitude I chose to play at. The police divided its people and fewer desired to follow my trail. The media thought they had caught the big fish when their pages were filled with the boy’s work. No one saw it coming. The competition.

 
Source: http://elementary-my-dear-watson.tumblr.com/

Monster

The grin on that slim face gives me goose bumps. How could they not see, what could possibly cover they eyes with such a thick layer that they even came closer to the wolf? The growl of the evil heart roared in the shivering air. Change was coming, but it wasn’t headed in the right direction. The devils were winning and people were celebrating their presence. Naïve they believed they had found the good soul, the perfect person. Oh how they were fooled. Clinging hard to the thin arms and bones of the little creature, smiling along with wide mouth of a liar, they all truly had faith in what the monster could do. But what they didn’t realize was what they were about to do. Feeding it with love and compassion, giving it the warmth it didn’t deserve. It was getting stronger, got connections and pulled the tiny strings in its spider web. As a snake she would eat them after she was done. There was nothing that could stop her, the people believe.  Their eyes were gone and the hope had vanished and was replaced by the evil of a liar. A fake that spread nothing but pain and sorrow to the hearts of the true. Creatures like her had no goals, had nothing to aim for, only destruction. The future would never come would these things continue to roam the streets of the people. They had to be disposed. We will dispose of her.
No one will believe the tales of the truth. The words cut through their simple brains and make them function, make their eyes open, but they don’t want that. They just want to sit and chat, have fun and live in their tiny little words, thinking everything is fine and all they do is right. How could they possibly have acted wrong? All they did was feeding the monster of evil. How could they possibly have done anything that could lead to the end of the world, the end of all good? All they did was believe the lies, breeding a being worse than all others, spreading the hatred and pain. There is nothing wrong in being so stupid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Source: http://www.123rf.com/photo_7820097_halloween-surprise–evil-man-behind-innocent-naive-girl.html