“Fuck. I can’t say no. Not to you.” I said. And, I meant it. Honestly, this felt like a fucking dream. As Lore, my partner, — no, now I should call him my boyfriend — hugged me, I felt high on good feelings.

And of course —of fucking course— the world would shit on my happiness. I once heard it called, The Fuckening. And boy was it real.

With absolutely no warning, the doors burst open. These high leveled monsters fucking broke the lock we had set!

Lore shoved me. I took several steps away. Then, those fucking assholes stabbed driftwood spears into his perfect back.

“Run!” He choked out just before he collapsed. Then his body started to burn.

Frankly, the only reason I didn’t go insane right then was, that death in this fucked up game was only temporary.

So, I immediately turned invisible and jumped onto the stone bed. After putting my back to the corner, I waited for all of these numskulls to enter.

They were obviously searching for me. But they made a mistake by leaving the hall empty. Empty enough that I could see a spot to teleport to. I did so. And then I ran as fast as I could, staying invisible, for as long as possible. My mana was just enough to turn a corner and dunk into a holding cell with an open door.

I pressed my back to the door side wall and breathed in as slow as I could to hide my presence. And I waited for my mana to fill again. I waited for something to go wrong. For me to be caught.

Shit! Wouldn’t it have been better if we’d died together? We could have ended up at the same respawn point.

But, I trusted Lore, but I couldn’t trust those respawn points. That was where they tainted others.

Fuck! What was I going to do if they infected my bard?

It would be like him barely managing to stop living in a trash truck to get tossed into a dump... one that had hordes of skunks... and was constantly on fire.

I crouched down and rested my head in my hands. What the Fuck was I going to do?