*Wooom*. *Wooom*. *Wooom*.

My laptop whirrs disapprovingly as I mash the keys in rapid succession, each tap creating a letter filled with my own distraughtness about the rounds decline.

'You fucking idiots! How can you be so boosted?!', I wrote in the chat, half serious half sardonic.

'You stupid ass chimps feed your ass off on mid lane, don't mention mia once and expect the support to carry now that our adc left? Are you fucking retarded?!'

Whiping the sweat from my brow I reached for my bottle of water and chugged down the carbonized liquid. I chortled and coughed, returning into my written fit of rage.

"Relax, realx bro.", I hear one of my best friends chuckle through the headset, a voice maybe a few octaves higher than mine. "It's- It's only game, why you haff to be mad?", he quoted and I nearly choked on my own laughter.

"But, just look at that pile of shit! Boosted ass fucktard, bronze 5 scrub! Only JP hasn't lashed out at him yet!", I tapped further on my keyboard, mouse swivelling over my crude mouspad made off the backside of a notepad. "But I guess birds of a feather flock together.", I sighed and snickered as JP retorted in the same blasé voice he always has.

"It's my team! I lost the promo to silver two times already. If...", I heard him whisper before his microphone failed in detecting his last mumbled words.

"Don't sweat it bro, I am sure you'll get to plat some day. Just look at me! I went from silver IV to diamond II in just a few months. You'll get to that point sooner or later.", I joked and awaited another sarcastic remark, some banter, before I would embrace well-deserved sleep.

With a foolish grin on my face I waited, and waited. No answer came and suddenly the game stopped. Sweared dripped down my temples and my face scrunched up in anxiety as the oh so feared 'Reconnect' screen popped up.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck....", I groaned and alt-tabbed to the main screen. Some kind of renaissance painting with an edited paragraph of latin words at the top right:

'Qui bibit, dormit;

qui dormit, non peccat;

qui non peccat, sanctus est;

ergo: qui bibit, sanctus est.'

Or in other words: Who drinks, sleeps; Who sleeps, doesn't sin; Who doesn't sin, is holy; ergo: Who drinks, is holy.

A few years ago I would have cracked a smile about this small paragraph of words, so accurately encompassing my past life style, but now it just reminded me of my own foolishness and naivety.

18 years old, jobless, failed his biology studies at university in just two semesters and is now without perspective on life. It's not that I can't get a job, or retry my studies, I just don't want to! There is no motivation in my life, no goad that pushes me forward to strive what I want to achieve. I don't have this... will.

All I have is my closest group of friends, games and a lot of freetime. I considered joining the armed forces but after a bit of persuasion by my parents I dropped the idea, what a dumb mistake on their side.

First they prevent me from going to the only institution where I think I could get my ass up and afterwards they scream at me because I show no motivation on my own. Choose your side goddamn!

I am stuck, simply stuck in this god forsaken, bored to death life. I know, I know, many people have it worse than me but give at least that small fo a reprieve and hear me rant on about first world problems, will ya?

As In was about to fall into another episode of self-loathing the rattling of the ajar window shock me awake from my emotional vertigo.

'Where was I? Oh yeah, the fucking internet.', I slumped down deeper on my chair and inspected the taskbar, the icon for WiFi was crossed out and I could only lament further. I glared at the cerulean 'Reconnect' screen in hopes that alone would solve the problem but as many things in life, it didn't.

I could only curse at the foul router and it's damned unstable connection.

"Haaaaahhh....", I sighed and stood up, went to the window and yanked it wide open.

I was greeted with the bare moon and a wonderful assortment of stars whilst a cold breeze vanquished the stuffy air out of my 'mancave'. I fumbled in my pockets and picked out a pack of cigarets, tapping on the downside I made one grit pop its marbled head up. 'You it will be.', I thought and reached for the stub.

Quickly lighted the first puffs were drawn and expelled into the nightly wind with me leaning on the window frame and sitting on its sill.

I enjoyed the sweet nicotine with contently closed eyes and imagined myself soaring through the skies. To be able to fly and leave everything behind, it would be so wonderful. I love my family, don't take me wrong, but I can't take their constant nagging anymore! One day, one day I will pack my things and just leave! I swear to God!

All said and done I realized: 'You would never do something so incredulously stupid. Get over yourself you wuss.', and promptly stopped my train of thoughts.

Stubbing the ablaze cigaret out on the windowsill I returned back to my old and trusty laptop. I was about to shut it down as something slightly disturbing happened.

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The inconspicuous Microsoft Editor openned up with no prior command given, it's light blue outline and white offals staring intensely at me.

"What... the fuck...", I mumbled and leaned over my chairs backrest.

'H', a single letter was written and now I was actually spooked.

"Oh... Oh man! Not good, this shit can't be good.", I paced back, weighing my choices. Scream for help like the pathetic vermin you are, or shut the PC down and risk getting near the diabolic apparition.

Of course I couldn't choose option one, my mother would just give me a beating if I woke her up so roughly at 3:am.

'Oh man......', I decided and reached foward, slowly.

'E', another letter followed after the H and I jerked back.

'L'

I waited, fear and curiosity fighting it out.

'L'

'Oh God! Hell! It's a demon!', I screamed in my mind and pounced forward, my hand just about to press the shut down button before another letter popped up.

'O'

'Hell-O? Ohhhh! Hello.... That's what it was.', I sighed, a bit relieved that the demon that invaded my computer was at least friendly enough to greet me.

'But enough of that bullshit.', I chided myself. If a hacker was operating my laptop I better shut it down now before he retrieves any sort of private data.

I was content with my course of action and really wanted to go trough with it if not the message continued, faster and without the jumps.

'You. Idiot.'

'Haah?', I cocked a brow and leaned back. 'What is it now?'

'I.Wanna.Talk.With.You.And.You.Asshole.Want.To.Choke.Me.Off?'

'Wait. Wait. Wait! How does that hacker know what I was about to do?!'

'I.Am.No.'Hacker'.You.Moron.', the screen answered my thoughts which terrified me even more than at the beginning.

"What are you!?", I shouted the only question that came to mind when I thought about the situation. Was this a dream? No, way to realistic. Was I drugged? Hum... Maybe, can't be to sure about myself. But let's scratch that as well.

What was left was: This is real. Someone, or rather, something is reading my thoughts and answering via the fucking Microsoft Editor.

'I.Know.It's.Pathetic. :(', the sadface really killed me.

"Yeah sure....", I still walked back a few steps, didn't want to risk that some girl starts crawling out of my screen only to strangle me.

"Now.... *ehem*, mind to explain?", I asked the inanimate laptop, a bit surprised by my own nonchalance.

'Of.Course.'

And then some boring ass text was written about God and whatnot and a series of this and that and how said God is now talking with me and... Argh! I don't fucking know myself.

That thing just started writting down it was God and was incredibly bored.

"Yeah, yeah...", I waved the whole story off after skimming through it and was just about to shut my laptop off when...

'No.Wait!'

God became desperate.

'I.-.I.Really.Have.Nothing.To.Do.;.The.Boredom.Kills.Me!Just.,.Just.Provide.Me.With.Some.Entertainment.I.Will.Give.You.Anything.For.It!'

'God' began raving about the drawbacks of being immortal and certain laws in place that prevent it, him or she from doing whatever it, he or she wants.

It was a crazy story and I didn't believe one word said.

"Let's say I accept your offer, how do I now your words aren't just empty prose?", I asked with an arched brow and glared down on the screen.

'Tomorrow.Morning.You.Go.To.The.Gym.Right?You.Will.See.The.Results.', 'God' mechanically replied.

It made me wonder, if what this thing is saying is true, how do I accept its offer and get this 'allmighty-spooky-divine' power?

'Just.Think.About.Accepting.Then.It's.A.Done.Deal!'

"Uhhh... sureeeee~ And with the power of imagination I will be shitting out rainbows and fly through the sky, but of course! I accept. Ah right!"

'I accept! Satisfied?'

'Yes.Incredibly.So.'

"What now?"

'That.Was.It.'Till.Our.Next.Time.'

As the last word was typed incredibly slow and tedious the Editor flashed once and then was simply gone.

'What the actual fuck!?', I staggered back from the blinding light and rubbed my eyes.

Nothing changed as far as I could tell, it was all just a huge scam.

'FUCKING FUCK! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!', I raged but remembered what happened just a few seconds ago. I talked with someone that proclaimed himself as God. How did I even not shut the laptop down the moment that fucker mentioned this?

'Nice... I was trolled.', I cursed and grumbled before I shut down my laptop for good, evened my sheets and crawled into my bed.

'What a fucking night....'. My eyes began closing and my mind drift ashore in dreamland. Before I knew it I was asleep.

Why God had choosen me, I still don't know exactly to this date. But I can't say I regret accepting its proposal. It was a choice I had to live through with my life.