My name is Bear.
My mother calls me Kuma since I was a child. My father calls me Ariu for no apparent reason. Maybe it was from a woman he once loved with a son named Ariu from Albania. Doesn't matter how many names I had, will I always be known as Bear. Precisely is my name that I taken upon to loathe in my family's cozy cottage during a winter storm that has abrupt in the area strangely. My father is retired with plenty of money who worked in Japan in the Yamaguchi prefecture. So begs the question. Where's my old man keeping the stash? Making me wonder if dad does have extras laying around. Yes, spare cash on Christmas day for his only hardworking son is our family tradition. The season has not been reach but with the snow storm accumulating, I might as well play the card. I'm a growing boy after all. We need our allowance.
Living with my parents at the age of twenty-seven is quite embarrassing to admit in today's world. There is a girl who has a crush on me since college. If I had made a move back then, I wouldn't be in this problematic affair. If having a girlfriend could stop young men from going crazy shooting groups of people without hidden interference or manipulators, then let it be acknowledge. A bear that is only a herbivore hurts. Have I provoke myself of the thought of not having a girlfriend. Taking a break to write in the diary is awkward now.
Heading down the stair from my room was the hardest thing to do. A bear is a conservative. We conserve our efforts except for two things: eating and sleeping. The time was midnight so a light snack would be good. I head to the kitchen searching around. Was surprise that my mother actually went grocery shopping for the first time. No more takeouts nor junk foods but plenty of fishes. A can of milk and an apple will do.
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My father calls out to me from his study room. I greeted my father but was he a busy man managing a side business even after retirement. He told me a package arrive at the door this afternoon before the storm. A letter was addressed to me however. He reminds me that I should not play games too much at my age. It is not good for the health. It is possible that he may assume that I had order more cheap games online. A little argument was manage after pulling a joke with my father.
"Oversea colleges were expensive. I am afraid for your future." he said, worrying about me that I had dropped out years ago. He let off a small steam concerning mom's spending habits. I left to avoid his form of humor.
My advance gaming table was quite active. Friends from all around the world joking and grouping together. We were having a blast. Am I good with my status in life. Having an understanding father yet super rich no less, I was well off but not spoil. A bit misguided.
The package was strange. It was folded oddly like an origami. Sitting in the master chair shaking the package did got me excited. And seeing my friends on live game chats, they've join in wanting a present too. We were a talkative group participating in a game night of game jams.
To: Bear Kumamoto
From: Eight-Face Onigiri and OG Onee-Chans
That is what it was shown.
Eight-face? The college years are coming back. It was something a friend told me once. Something I took for granted because it sounded so ludicrous even with the code names. I call it a night with the guys. Made a sorry excuse to leave the video chat and multi-player games. They were disappointed of course.
I remember a pal passing along about a poor weirdo named Nuj, and his group of colleagues working on prototypes for some ridiculous game in a vacant art classroom. Well, I wasn't sure to believe if the rumors were true back then. Why did the group send me this package? I was confuse. I don't even know them. What part am I in this loop?
Upon revealing the mysterious package, it was not what I thought it was.