Death

-A topic the newer futurations have started to avoid. Some think of it to be one of the most forsaken topics ever to come; whereas, even mentioning it would rise death flags from left to right.

Others think of death as only a part of the everlasting shithole that comes at the end of life, coming when it damn pleases.

But one thing never changes. The damn thing still gets us. No matter what.

Bam!

End game.

Congratulations, you can be happy that your life is finally over!!

This is one indisputable fact about death humans can get together on, and we all have to accept it.

So yet, why is it such a touchy topic? Americans hardly talk about death, or moreover, about it with each other irl. The only time we do say something is at a funeral, or when someone you knew actually dies. When it's said outside of the aforementioned areas, people get their moods dampened on, and your labeled the depressed edgy kid.

Yet in the eastern most countries, say Japan, death is a welcomed and often conversed upon topic. Most people see it as part of the path of life, or the next part of your existence.

So then why do both countries differ from one another so much on death? Some may say medicine. Others say religion. Either way, it doesn't change deaths targets, or, us.

Right. No one or thing escapes; Death always wins, with time as its greatest ally.

But these are only covered irl. The internet, as a whole, is an entirely new story.

Especially for gamers.

People tell one another to die and kys like it's the act of breathing. If you're able to will your way beyond the god's and go a day without any kind of hate messages-then on behalf of the Vatican-you were blessed that day.

For being a resting stop on a hard days work in the hellish realm of life, it's an actually pretty ideal way for someone to release steam. Hell, anyone would if they worked eight or so hours a day, filled with pure shit, and get the opportunity to give random people shit too. Anyone would do it.

So logically thinking about these two respective parties, anyone could see how much they actually differ. But when representatives of these groups have a chance meeting, and you just happen to come across these people, then you a have front row seat to two clashing adults (or better yet, kids) yelling over one another just to prove their point to each other. These are precious encounters to each person who witness these Shakespearean dramas, keeping them as childhood memories, or even using them as life lessons to not piss people off. Especially people not accustomed to this internet cesspool.

So these people shout, furiously type away at their keyboards, so what? It's just the normal daily routine that happens on the internet. Nothing new.

Does this bring world changing news? Hell no.

So then what do two dumbasses arguing about some insignificant thing have to do with your wellbeing? Other than a good laugh, absolutely nothing.

It's just two people screaming off their asses, is there anything you should expect? One's going dumb trying to prove their point, even if it means losing everything; while the other hardly cares-probably laughing their ass off-at how such a moron could get so angry at such a small thing?

So while your sitting back silently in the lobby, dying laughing with your mic muted, wishing your friends (Ha) were there to see this, all while being thankful the internet will never change from being an eternal online fight club.

And that's what sets apart the 95% of us true gamers-Playing to our hearts content, enjoying every moment no matter the levels of bullshit, and laughing at others misfortunes, all while not giving a care for the world. Screw it if we died; even if we did nothing physically, at least in our hearts we stopped multiple plots from destroying the world single handedly.

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And so, with this...

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, three more to go."

"H-hey, Evvryn, not to cause any last minute stress or anything, but..."

"Shhhhh! Quiet down, I just need two more kills for this, and I can finally move on to smgs..."

Match over...

Victory!

"...the match is about to end."

"Oh son of a bi-!"

...comes two overly passionate gamers.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Shouted Evvryn, furious about the game ending 'abruptly'.

"W-well, I tried to, but it sounded like you needed some... absolute concentration."

"Screw concentration!! If diamond camos on the line, then it's a matter of life or death damnit!!" Evvryn exclaimed, pointing at the younger boy who was now quivering. "So next time, SPEAK UP EFFRYN!!"

"O-o-okay, but I still think it's partially your fau-"

"Partially my ass!" Evvryn exclaimed, sighing in the end. "I've been at this for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! And I've barely even progressed."

"W-well maybe you shouldn't play so competitively. It's bound to get you mad." Giving the softest smile he could, Effryn tried to comfort her, while also embracing for what he knew was next.

And like every other time...

"Listen bud, I get you like killing the same bosses, or doing the same missions over and over again and still call that fun. BUT, that doesn't put you second in command to God himself, so get off your high chair and grow an actual pair."

Evvryn, defending her honor and pride, attacked Effryn with the type of games he loved the most-usually the grinding and farming types.

"W-well, I'm just saying maybe getting mad at every shooter isn't the most ideal thing for your health. A-and hey!! Your doing the same thing for your, what, camo thingy?."

Evvryn, amazed that Effryn had even made a comeback, applauded him.

"Well consider me damned, that's the fourth time in your Entire life you've ever retaliated. I'm proud little dude. Your type of Grinds are still trash though, no question about it."

Sighing, Effryn knew it was the most positive reaction he would ever get out of her, and went back to his grinding.

Evvryn, being almost always aggressive and competitive, would get any chance to mouth out Effryn. Always dreaming about or playing online shooters, it's not hard to imagine her wanting to always do her best. Although she can play other types of shooters, always after one playthrough, she calls it quits and goes back to online.

Considering herself way above the average player, Evvryn's actually played in a few small local tournaments and even played in games with pros. But she still gets mad at her fair share of bullshit that happens in most games.

Evvryn, who although may be a tad bit tough on Effryn sometimes, never had ill intentions towards him. Though it did make Effryn uncomfortable as how much taller she was than him. Her long beaming aurean hair loosely flowing, stretched far enough to almost match Effryn in his height.

Then there's poor Effryn, just trying to live his life. Although he enjoys shooters just like his 'abuser' Evvryn, he doesn't see the joy of making them too competitive. Unless a new title comes and both Evvryn and Effryn play together, he usually plays by himself.

But unlike Evvryn, he enjoys the tedious farming for items and gear, keeping the room a serene environment until Evvryn gets killed by another unreasonable way.

Effryn himself is a heavy grinder, willing to take days to farm for only a single item. He's as short as a kid, with messy black hair, even getting mistaken for a grade schooler on a few occasions.

Yep, just two gamers chilling together, as they has been, for their entire lives.

Now then, let's begin this story of fun, hardships, victories, pain and insanity!