I gazed upon my impeccably beautiful mobile device with the ire of a thousand suns. My heart pumping in rebellion, and my lungs drew enough air to kill a man of oxygen poisoning, readying themselves for the incoming rage.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GARBAGE!!!!" I yelled at hard as I could.
I couldn't take it. What the fuck! Who just makes this garbage? Yes Lin, I understand. English is your fifth language, yes I understand that your dominant hand is currently injured, and yes I understand that you wrote this chapter at three AM with no proofreading. But this is absolute dogshit! And it's not just this chapter, it's the ENTIRE fucking story.
First off, the main character is basically a shitty plot device to implement games into this world of yours, his presence changes nothing. Second, the main character has no depth, he's as 2D as it gets, no character development after 70 chapters? Seriously? How fucking static can you be without constantly being smitten? Or whatever the hell static electricity does… Third, his ideas are shit, he just recreated Fortnite, but decided to remove the one thing that allowed Fortnite to prosper because he doesn't like building! And then he removed snipers from his COD remake because 'They are cheap'?! We get it Lin. You're shit at games! But don't let your bias ruin your story! Fuck! I knew I shouldn't have read this. I guess I was desperate for a new game-maker fanfic.
How stupid can one main character be though? At least make your own, new/original games, or make the copied games better. Or show us the creator/player interactions. Just literally anything unique to set your story apart! Ugh, and then it's a shitty all powerful system that tortures the MC as well. I can't believe I stuck around for 70 chapters hoping for it to get better. Honestly, at times like these I wish I could be in their position, hell, I'd give up my genitalia for this kind of chance! I'd be a dick-less omnipotent being! The greatest game creator of all time! The greatest gamer the world has ever seen!
A man can dream I guess. Not that I'd dream of losing my dick… The all-powerful game maker part… Anyways, time to remove this shit show from my library. Honestly, this is depressing.
Oh? EvansKanon updated his Gacha fic? Time to read!
…After I put on some music.
(A/N: I recommend his fic, talented author there, minor to intermediate grammar mistakes, but it's because his first language isn't English. Still good regardless. SUPER long 6k-word chapters I think. Two chapters a month. No complaints at all about that novel for me, if I had money I'd pay that man for his services to this shit app.)
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Three Minutes Later, Third Person P.O.V
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Our main character finally settled on a playlist to listen to, 'All for One' was its name. Not because it was the soundtracks played when All for One was on screen, but because it contained every song he had ever listened to, whether or not he currently liked it or not just in case he ever began to like it again. And so, once he pressed shuffle, the first song that came on was 'Sometimes' by JuiceWrld. He didn't have any problems with the song, so he proceeded to check the upcoming songs, found that he had no problem with the upcoming songs either and closed his music streaming app, and re-opened Webnovel.
But something odd happened.
Have you ever had a lucid dream so real, a phantom feeling so corporeal, a daydream so vivid that it felt… Too good to be true?
Like, seeing the color blue in a desert after being deprived of water for a long time? Or, maybe a cute girl in a bar trying to talk to you of all people? Yeah, that's what happened to him. Kind of.
[Dear Isiah, I have found your claims of giving up your genitalia to be in the place of the MCs of "Game Making" fanfictions amusing to say the least. And so, I would like to take you up on that offer. You lose your penis, testicles, nipples, and other such reproductive organs. And in exchange, you receive a powerful game-making system reminiscent of a few of the ones you've read about. Your system won't be like the ones seen in power fantasies, you'll have to instead work for things to put in your game. But to resweeten the deal, it won't be a torture system, and I'll give you a surprise, one I'm sure you'll love.
Do you Accept?
{Y}/{N}
-Dearest Regards, Kelly Gongja]
Yes, he received what many of you would know as the famed random system panel in the first chapter!
It was insane.
He speechlessly touched the window, but his fingers went right through it. And so, he rubbed his eyes and shook his head viciously, resulting in his hair treating his face like a horse. Whipped into submission.
"Ow." He said dramatically, the pain not great enough to elicit a vocal reaction.
"Am I… Am I dreaming again?" He muttered accidentally, hope coating his voice.
'Please. PLEASE!' He mentally pleaded.
And with that and a few prayers to RNGesus and this Gongja fellow, he opened his eyes that closed to avoid the whipping of his hair.
And it was still there, suspended in his field of view. Probably breaking the laws of physics. Not that he was worried about that. Or the fact that he'd actually lose his dick and balls, or the oddly familiar last name of this Kelly guy. No, it was the fact that he'd possibly finally get to live out his dreams in a fantasy world, that he'd be just like those main characters in those stories! He'd be like Tom, the gray-haired, red eyes lucky son of a gun! He'd be like Kain! He would get super OP just from making games.
To say he was excited was to call Gon kind of simple. HE WAS SHEDDING MANLY TEARS!
It felt so vivid, so lucid, so transparent, so normal, so otherworldly, so perfect, so odd, so contradictory!
But, he was a suspicious person at heart, so his enthusiasm died at the prospect of potentially lucid dreaming for the first time. And so, he decided to do the ultimate test. He went to the restroom. He'd been in so many bathrooms that if he was dreaming, something would be off right?
He opened the shitty door to his bathroom, that's one thing consistent, and gazed at his even shittier bathroom. A shower that, because of its design, would leave water all over the floor if it wasn't for the presence of his shower curtain. If he plugged the drain and just let the water run, the water wouldn't reach over his feet. That's how low the boundaries of his shower were. It was a disappointing bathroom, but he was used to it. He gazed at his sink, no handles on the lower cabinets for some reason as always. And the faucet wasn't any different. The toilet was the same… Nothing changed.
Something was rising, and it wasn't just the shield hero. No, it was the urge to pee.
Now that was the ultimate test. You can't just pee in a dream, you wake up immediately. Of course not before you soil your bed. But tomayto pistachio right?
And so, for the sake of hope, he decided to do it anyways, if everything was true, it would be the last time he ever held his little monster. And so, he let loose.
And after finishing, nothing faded. He was still there in his bathroom. Cliché translucent system screen in his vision.
At this point he didn't even hesitate, he quickly said yes!
And with that, the system screen changed for another! Congratulating him on this acceptance.
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Chapter Finished. Enjoy. I kind of lost way too much motivation for my MHA novel. But I'm not dropping. I just don't really like the premise, or MHA for that matter. I still wonder why I chose MHA. I could have chosen better stories for the purpose that I have for it. Oh well, too late now, it would be wrong to drop it now. So I'm just writing this to hopefully get my motivation back. I have some stuff planned out for this. Basically my imagination dump.