Standing between a bullet and a wall was never my idea of “fun.” I did not intend to die. Of course, a lot of people would say that as well. You see, I’m very much your average fresh graduate, taking their first step towords the world of unemployment. Unfortunately (or fortunately) a bullet through the chest ripped me off the opportunity in doing so. 

Dying, one would think, in the middle of a gunfight is something to be considered as heroic. Well, if not heroic, it could be you know -- amateurish. Boy, I was no amateur.

I was at the top of my league in first person shooting… games. I definitely ranked Legendary in role playing games. So yes, if you overlook the concept “RPG,” then that would definitely sound half as cool as it initially intended.

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But no, that was not the case today. I was shot, holding a stupid roll of paper which deemed me a “graduate” in the art of four-years-of-studying. There was nothing cool nor heroic about it. 

I stared, from the stage, at the blinding spotlight. My chest tightened as I lost my balance.

I vaguely wondered multiple things at once. Well, three things at once. One, would there be Wi-Fi in heaven? Two, would the supreme being give me a chance at finishing my games in exchange for my unjust death? Three, the only checkpoint I wish to have at life is when I was in 3rd year college when--My thoughts paused as pain surged through my body.

Funny, instead a montage of life, all I get are speedy thoughts and word vomit.

I blinked slowly, pain dulling my thoughts.

Darkness drowned out the sound of screaming.

I had no answers.