"Wake up in the morning. Smiling at the rising sun. Bunch of spacecrafts humming over my apartment, ejecting aliens that is true and true. Saying this is my message for you. Don't worry about a thing, cos every little thing is gonna be alright. Join in the Game and make alot of money and your life will have no worries. Mmhmmmhmmm. Gggggllllrrr." Joe Cole sang as he brushed him light yellow teeth. The dentist assured him that teeth are supposed to be slightly yellow but now he is not so sure anymore. Deciding that he is going to spend some extra money whitening toothpaste.
Joe came out of the bathroom to see the Haxlard technician finishing installing his pod. His way out of the grind of his dead end career as a laboratory technician. Yep the aliens came. Their scanning tool, thingimagig rightfully ruined Joe's glorious career as a lab tech. Yep, one scanner replaced millions out of their job. Well, Joe was not sad about it as most of the computer programmers, pilots, drivers and engineers lost their jobs. What's hot is the blue collar jobs. Luckily, Joe has some experience with gardening so he earn a few bucks that way after the first contact with the aliens. This is how joe is able to get his G ranked pod.
" It is good to go. Please sign here or take the DNA scan." The Haxlard said robotically hand Joe a form to sign.
"Thanks my H bro." Joe said trying to sound cool and do a gangster pose.
"Your behaviour puzzles me. My name is Scarlett Hands. I am a female hence bro do not describe me accurately enough. Your imitation of African American mannerism is aslo unbefitting of your. Please be aware that o ce you enter the game such gesture may cause you to be shot on the spot." Scarlett received the signed form. She left quickly just as a small flying vehicle landed .
Haxlard efficiency is scary, so are their uniformity, technology, costumes and pretty much everything else. They just came one day with overwhelming number of fleets and message of peace. Joe calls it bullshit as there is no way to hat the aliens are not here to enslave us. I mean the United government is billions or trillions credits in debt. Yep not us dollars but credits man. Real alien currency that one credit is about 10 USD give or take. And now everonev is trying to convert their savings to credits. Joe did some gardening work for the Haxlard so he was lucky to skip the 20mile long queue for currency exchange. Lol. There was only one exchange centre set up in the capital of each country hence the long queue. From the now high tech Globalnet the glorified internet now connect around the whole of inhabited universe credits are easy to get once you are in game. You can hunt craft things that are worth thousands of credits. Joe wanted to use guns to hunt. It was more just because he was inspired by movies and necessity. The creatures in the game are tough and pain is real.
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Joe was very lucky to obtain credits from real life work. The Haxlard embassy is close to where Joe lived. When they first moved in. They needed extra pair of hands. Plus they know nothing of gardening. People were panicking and avoided the aliens. But Joe jumped at the opportunity to get some work. Oh the Haxlard paid well for physical labor. At first Joe thought of scoring some aliens girl friend but the Haxlard are more religious and conservative than Catholic nuns. Oh well their loss but not really.
The pay was very good. Joe was not sure if it's bribery. They paid Joe 500 credits for a week of work. Joe got to know a few Haxlard namely Scarlett and Thier family. There was also the Boss who Joe still did not know the name to, seems to be everyone's superior in the embassy. He later searched the globanet found that the boss is Ultihaxlard, the royal of the Haxlard race or maybe high priest. Joe helped them for a week and half so he got quite a few credits which was used to purchase the G ranked game pod.
The pod was bit battered like it have seemln better days but he was assured it is in good working condition. It was explained that these pod are like gaming stations very easy to set up and since its old and battered due to left out during astroid rain its price has been dropped.
Joe checked again to make sure that he has everything. Long life jello, a gift from Scarlett's mom Violet, almost naked with underwear, nano mite are filled to full, mysterious powered pod on, no giant laser beaming down my house check, and excitment at 120% check. All systems good to go. Joe opened the pod and began the Game.