It all started relatively normally, a day like any other. That is until the mailbox exploded.
Maybe I should start little further back, my day started with the normal litany of activities: brushing of teeth, showering, and the assurance of my parents that my siblings had done the same.
School that day was tedious. But at least my friends were there at lunch.
“Come on man,” my friend Jordi complained, “You have to be kidding me!”
I wasn’t, I had order, and was expecting ‘The Game’, to arrive that afternoon.
Jordi pushed away from the table, his poorly done facial paint cracking over his strained smile, “You can’t expect me to believe you are one of the players,” Jordi commented in a tight, sharp voice.
I hadn’t actually. I had expected exactly what he’d given me, disbelief and jealousy. Given what the game had become, nothing else made sense as a response.
Again an explanation, ‘The Game’ as it was it was widely known, held a legend behind it. Which stated that the ‘players’ were taken to another universe in hopes to save our own from destruction, and that all of this was overseen by the government. This legend was reinforced for some, by the strict regulation of who could buy it, and its heavy price.I, of course, disbelieved all of that crap, but I still wanted to I see what all the hype was about.Thus I ordered it, filled out the form, and sent in the 70 bucks. They mailed a response letter a few days later; saying would receive the game that afternoon.
“You suck!” Jordi continued, beginning to eat his sandwich. I noticed the green gel that he had just added begin to drip from the edges. Curiously I reached for the gel that had landed on the table. But Jordi seeing my hand, moved to stop me. “This shit’ll fuck you up man,” Jordi commented more contently than before, while continuing to eat the heavily gel laced sandwich.
“It seems to have mellowed you out though,” I commented watching him finish the remnants from the tabletop.
“I’m already hocked man,” He rebuts, licking his fingers completely clean.
“Okay then, if it’s so bad for you then why are you eating it?” I asked.
“Because I’m already hooked man,” he repeated, producing a vile of the stuff from his pocket, “and you try and stay away from this shit, if you can!” he added dramatically before downing his pocket stash.
The School day concluded without a noteworthy event. That trend continued until I tried to open my mailbox.