Superbird
Fire emblem is great
The Game
The Game was our comfort. A place to hide away, when real life got too tiresome. We became tired of the world, distraught with the choices we’d made. But the Game offered something new. It was a chance to right our wrongs, to try again…to experience a completely new life. It was a new start, with new surroundings and circumstances, a perfect mirror of our own civilization. With the Game, we had a second chance. We could start from scratch, make new friends, escape from reality.
It became our refuge.
All too quickly, the Game became a part of life. The entire world soon became connected, intertwined with the Game’s internal network. In the real world, everyone made mistakes. It still went on, sure, and at the same pace, but now there was a new, underlying question: Is it worth it? Why live your life in the real world when you could live it instead within the Game?
It was a chance to begin anew.
Everyone had wondered, at some point, what it would be like to relive their life under different circumstances. That was what the Game provided. That was how it grew so quickly, and became such an important force throughout the world. It was possible to live two lives. In our real lives we could act as normal, making our own decisions and progressing through our life. In the Game, we could also act as normal – there was no other way to act. We still made our own decisions and progressed through our life. Only it was another life. A completely different set of circumstances. A completely different world – except that it was all but exactly the same in design.
It became our addiction.
As with everything that gets popular, that grows to become well-known and loved, there arose those of us who hated the Game. But no one really hated the Game – it was just the single difference between the Game and the world: the Game, no matter how realistic it may have been, the Game…was still just a game. And games, we reasoned, could be won or lost. For some of us, it made us think – is life simply a game? Can life be won? Can life be lost? And how would that happen? Others of us, we ignored all the questions and focused on the singular aspect of the Game’s artificiality. If the Game was a game, then that meant that it could be won. Our goal became to win the Game.
It became our obsession.
If it was a game, then someone had to have created it. We searched. And we found them, the creators. The Admins. They created the Game, and they had ultimate power over it. Our mission became to simply find them. Contact them. Question them. Force them to tell us what the point of the game was. What its meaning was.
It became our mission.
And eventually, we did. It took years, and in those years our real lives progressed. Some of us became poor. Some of us became rich. All of us changed over that time. We were living two lives. Some of us broke off, and abandoned our cause. Others joined our cause, seeing the point of it. But then again, what was the point of the Game?
It became our question.
The Admins weren’t hard to find at all, once we finally looked in the right place. There they were, in their studio, where they had created the Game. It was no different from the real world. And we confronted them. They were like us. We asked them, but they did not answer us. They told us that they did not know the point of the Game. We told them that since they created the Game, they had to know the goal. They had to know how to win the Game. And still, they told us that they did not know how to win the Game. We were enraged. One of us lashed out, and murdered one of the Admins. Everyone was silent then. The rest of the Admins barely reacted. We asked them why they could die. We asked them why they were mortal. We asked them why, if they were the masters of the game, they had made themselves susceptible to the actions of mere mortals. They answered us. They said that the Game had no answer; the Game had no goal – or at least, no more than real life did. They said that the Game was real life – and then they retracted that. They said that the Game was another version of real life. They said that it was an ideal version of real life.
It became our calling.
The Game was meant to be a mirror to real life. It was meant to provide refuge from the harshness of real life. It was meant to be a second chance, another life to live differently. But the goals were the same. After all, what was the difference? The Game wasn’t a game. The Game was the world. The Game was another chance. The Game was an opportunity to make up for life. It was an opportunity to make things right. The Game was not true to the real world. It was not a mirror to the real world. It was entirely different. It was something new.
It became our life.