"This is utter bullshit. I hope the demon kills you all. Self-righteous pricks."
"Dammit!"
I slammed my controller down in frustration, not caring that it was on its last legs from all the beating I gave it before.
"Another $60 gone down the drain. All for what, so I can play a game about self-righteous bullshit!"
This is the problem with stories nowadays: there are no true villains. And whenever they are, they always have some hidden goodness within them that the MC is somehow able to bring out.
Without giving the game another glance, I quickly grabbed my phone. My fingers were burning to write another one-star review.
'Trash game. I admit the concept was good in the beginning and it could've been one of the best games I've played all year if it wasn't for the linear storyline. It was uneventful at best. Matter of fact, it would be a tougher task losing at this game than winning.
It started off interesting where you get to play as an up-and-coming hero in a hero academy. The twist comes when the student body is infiltrated by demons. You as the hero have to find these demons and make sure the students at the hero academy aren't hurt.
The problem with this is that the demons were only given half a brain cell each!
You never got the feeling that the students' lives were in danger because the demons never did anything! Not to mention how easy it is to find them. Matter of fact, half of them outed themselves to the main character simply because they were inspired by him. And the ones that didn't are stupid enough to do something that gets them caught.
All in all, if you're looking for a game that doesn't offer any challenge whatsoever, then you've found the right game. But if you're like me and wish to play something that offers at least a little mental stimulation, then stay as far away from this dumpster fire as possible.'
I think this basically sums up this catastrophe of a game. Without hesitation, I clicked send.
When I did, I finally let out a shaky breath of relief. I was surprised that I could type for so long without passing out again.
A guy wants to play a good game before he dies. Was that so wrong?
And no, I wasn't being overly dramatic. My brain was eating itself alive. A couple of months ago, I got diagnosed with brain cancer. The doctor said I had 2 months to live. That was 3 months ago.
The moment I heard that, I took the money my parents sent for my college tuition and ran as far away from that hellhole college as possible.
I definitely wasn't going to tell my parents about my illness. They probably wouldn't have cared anyhow, since I wasn't blood-related to any of them. They merely tolerated my presence.
These last three months, all I've done is game, drink, and buy all the weed that money can afford. And of course, being a virgin for the past 20 years, I couldn't meet my maker without experiencing a woman at least once.
I knew this woman who lived in this apartment building not far from where I lived. She was friends with my parents. Growing up, I used to call her aunty. I heard some rumors about her. Turns out, those rumors were true.
In the first month of me being diagnosed, I was fine. I could move around freely. A part of me actually thought I might've been misdiagnosed, but by the second month, the symptoms had already started to manifest.
I threw up constantly, and my head felt as if it was being pounded by a hammer every second of the day. That was when I started binge-playing video games. I fell into a loop since I hated every single one I played. I made it my mission to find at least one satisfactory game before I die.
And now a month later, I was so malnourished my arms looked like twigs that could easily be snapped with the slightest force. I lost my hearing completely and was blind in my right eye. Not to mention, I pass out at least 8 times a day, and whenever I do, I just jump back onto the game like nothing happened. I was just biding my time until my inevitable death.
But that game, 'Demons Among Us,' was so close to being the game I was looking for. It had everything you wanted in a game, but where it fell short was making it challenging enough to keep you on the edge of your seat.
It simply couldn't live up to my expectations just like all the others.
With a tired sigh, I dragged my feeble body off the ground, every bone in my body protesting. By the time I got to my feet, I was out of breath. It was too tall a task to move from my living room to the bedroom constantly, so instead I slept in my living room.
My bedsheets were wrapped up in a corner of the room, and that was where I slept. I moved my trembling feet one step at a time. Every movement brought me excruciating pain. I kept my head down, watching my footsteps so I didn't trip over the pile of rubbish that had accumulated.
That was when I saw a red liquid drip onto the floor. I immediately touched my nose, and what greeted me on my fingertips was blood. Suddenly, my vision blurred, and I found myself struggling to keep my balance.
I tried to lower myself to the floor, knowing this was another fainting spell, but before I could, everything went black.
…
My mind felt as if I was floating in a wilderness and the first thing I sensed was the crackling of flames. Then an unbearable heat pressed down on me. I opened my eyes to see a land covered in flames, but that wasn't what caught my attention. What threw me for a loop was my own appearance.
I was nothing but a floating orb of light. There were other orbs beside me too, but none of them seemed to have consciousness.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Suddenly, I heard the sound of loud footsteps coming towards us, and soon a towering figure emerged from the flames.
'A monster!' I thought at first, but after noticing its red skin that was the color of blood, coupled with the twisted horns that sprouted from its head like tree branches, my mind clicked and I figured out what it was.
'A demon!'