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Chapter 2: Preparing in The Game Machine (TBC)

  • Sept. 23, 2020, 7:45 p.m.
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FEB. 16 SAT. 2024
Today is Saturday, and the first thing that happened was that I got spam texted about something at the SnailHouse mall and my friends wanted me to go see it with them. When we got to the mall, we met Alex’s and Glitter’s mother, Stephannie, or, Mrs. Dere.

STEPHANIE B. DERE, AGE: 36, HEIGHT: 5,6 DERE SOUNDS LIKE, DEER

She’s a really nice person but she was confused when she saw we came alone (By alone I mean just Stephen and I). We were waiting about an hour with other people when a man with a megaphone told everyone about some machines he’d be taking us to see and maybe even volunteer to try. When we got to the machines they looked like hair dressers with office chairs underneath. Every pod had a machine next to it which looked like an explosive. There was a double sided screen with multiple cords connected to the left side of it. The cords were connected to something behind the chair that I couldn’t see. When the man announced that he’d be choosing volunteers I saw what looked like thousands of hands shoot up like lightning, and one of them was mine. He chose volunteers and let friends and family members go up to the machines. Before he turned on the devices he asked for everyone’s devices and told me to sign a paper just to make sure my friends or family members couldn’t sue him, or his company if anything bad happened to me while the machine was on. Stephen also had to go through this process but he did it much quicker than I. When the man turned on the machines the hair dresser thing locked onto my head. When the screen turned on it showed many games from all around the world. Stephen and I chose the same game, Minecraft, because we both loved the game. I asked Alex if she could ask the man if it was possible to play multiplayer and he said “It will be a longer process of joining into the game realm but yes, you can play multiplayer.” Stephen and I smiled at each other. When the game screen loaded up me and Stephen chose our skins assuming they would load when we joined the “game realm” and pressed multiplayer. The inside part of the machine started to glow a kind of red-ish orange-ish kind of color and sent out a blue hologram saying “Are you ready to start?” with a “Yes” button. When we chose yes the hologram went back into the machine and the machine was now glowing blue. I started to freak out when I saw my body was disappearing, and in a second my body became tiny pixels. They were sucked up into the machine on the side, and when they flew inside I could see my body again. After three minutes of complete silence and darkness, I realized that I wasn’t in the mall, I was in this weird place that had pinkish shapes everywhere, kind of like the color of a brain but a bit brighter. In a few seconds a screen appeared with the text LOADING SKINS on it. It showed a projection of all the Minecraft skins i’ve made before. I chose the one I named Mike, with a purple eye and a red one, a bomber jacket, a dark grey scarf, and light blue jeans. It was my favorite skin. After I selected Mike the darkness sucked me in and everything that was once there disappeared. The only thing that was still there other than me was the floating screen. After what felt like a few minutes, I was transported into the game. I didn’t know what I was looking at. At first the world just looked like a big blob of color because my vision was blurry but then the blocky shapes started to form. I remembered that I selected multiplayer and Stephen did too. For a while I started to worry, what if he didn’t make it through the process! While I was thinking out of thin air I saw a human-like figure appear in the sky, when I turned and looked I saw that it was Stephen! I tried to run to him but when he got closer to the ground I lost sight of him, but, then my worries went away when I heard a splash of water behind the trees.


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