The first few hours in the game was funny. A virtual world full of female blondes and coffee shops, sorority cliques, and weird quests. I would have thought the game a bad satire of rich white girl culture mixed with MMORPG and MOBA elements...but boy I was wrong.
An explosion threw me down the ground, suddenly. I scrambled to look up, raising my fabshield for protection. Through the yellow transparent material, I saw Emmie with her armor blown in half. Her body along with it. Her separate parts depixelated in a second, leaving me alone with the two high-level Karens who were hunting us.
I thought this was just a lighthearted online game. I thought this would just be a fun Sunday for me, something to pass the time inside my VirtualRig. I was glad I finally found something to look forward to on the weekends, you know. Level up, do quests, have fun while I rest.
I mean...who would have thought people could treat a game this seriously?
But, as the two Karens bombarded me with lasers, and as my fabshield broke down and depixelated. I just sat there, almost teary-eyed, wanting to get it done as quickly as possible, but mostly just ashamed. Ashamed of the coming domination and violence.
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And the game couldn't have enough of it...the violence.
"We got a fresh blondie!" one of the Karens shouted.
I just closed my eyes and let it happen.
A hand pulled my hair, stretching my head back, I grimaced from the force. Cold sharp metal slid on my bare neck, wanting to pierce through.
"Let me teach you a lesson," the high-level Karen whispered in my ear. "There's no difference between the world outside and here. The strong dominate the weak. The powerful get what they want. No one cares about the pathetic worms that crawl below them. Better learn this."
She was right. They didn't care that I was a noob and this was my first ever battle. The game didn't care.
No one cared.
Kill or be killed. My blonde whispered inside my head. She was angry at me, angry at me for being too weak, too scared, and too cowardly. But now I understand what she was getting at.
When the Karen slit my throat and I depixelated away into darkness. My blonde's last thoughts were of revenge.