Note: " " is for speech, > is for the main characters thoughts and / is for a sound made.

Pain. Mind boggling, blood curdling, all consuming pain was the only thing Jake could feel.

“W-w-wwhy? why me?”

the words came out of his mouth as a prayer instead of the rage in which he felt. Just 12 hours ago he was waking, looking forward to the days agenda and now here he was, cursing his choices.

14 hours ago..

BEEP - BEEP - CLINK!

“Ugh, stupid alarm”

jake turned back over on his pillow after hitting the irritating alarm which mocked him at the ungodly hour of 6:00 am… on a Saturday! There was a reason to the madness of the action however, as it was the last weekend he had free before returning to university. The return signifying his 3rd year as an undergraduate in a bachelors of science. Returning ultimately meant that Jake had a broad knowledge of how things worked at a basic level.

“Time for one last gaming session. Hmmm, totally going with the old favourite.. Prototype 2!”

Jake loved this game. Usually he would just complete the basic storyline before getting overly bored of a specific game, but this one somehow always kept his attention. Going for his fifth 100% completion might sound absolutely stupid to everyone else and maybe also to other gamers, but jake just loved the thought of having huge metallic blades for appendages, rending flesh and leaving dismembered corpses in his wake.

“Alrighty then, its a clobbering time!”

jake commentated as he powered up the PS3 that could almost be called retro soon in this 2017 world of virtual gaming goggles and other crap designed to keep kids as far away from mummy and daddies interest as possible. it was like this, Jake sitting on his small couch in his one bedroom apartment located just inside the CBD of Adelaide in South Australia, Australia that he spent his day. Living only every 4-5 hours to shit, shower and shave… ok he only took a shit twice a day but you get the expression and he had to relieve his bowels and eat something every now and then right?

As Jake was clearing out another nest with Sgt. James Heller, using the claws for a change which are really what they sound like. instead of having fingers the character has long segmented knives attached to hands that look like black masses of muscle with red pulsating veins. the only difference between normal hands and these homages to old Edward Scissorhands is in the fact that Heller only has 4 digits (3 fingers and a thumb). Suddenly there was some fuzzy sound that assaulted his hearing, just as white noise to start and then in the span of 60 seconds it became an all encompassing static that drowned out the world. at this point jake was tripping balls wondering if he really did smoke that pot his egotistical brother left over after laying siege to his couch last Saturday night.. or technically early Sunday morning. then something happened that made this all so much worse, a small blue box appeared in front of him. No, not on the television, literally about 30cm in front of his damn eyes all hovering in the air like some lingering fart.

> Please tell me I'm just hallucinating right now. i mean i have been playing and living off Pepsi (Yeah i like it better than Coke, bring it the rest of the world) and Smiths chips since my morning coffee injection at around 6ish.. /sigh ok so maybe my snooze alarm confirmed it was actually 6:45 but at least they both start with the same thing.

POPULATION LIMIT REACHED

PLANET ETA TO DECIMATION: 30 YEARS

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Commencing command: “Operation Random”

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Congratulations, you are 1/10,000,000 inhabitants to be selected for relocation to the planet Prime.

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Transfer begins in 45 seconds.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me! Gods? And whats this bullshit of one in ten million? Thats like 0.1 something % of the worlds population??

Wait… please dear god tell me that the narcissist didn't get chosen! Pleaseeeeee..”

CAN NOT COMPUTE REQUEST

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PLEASE VERIFY

“Umm, Please confirm if Daniel Steel is selected for relocation??”

REQUEST ACCEPTED DUE TO: “FAMILY ALLOWANCE” PROTOCOL

Individual Daniel Steel was not selected for relocation. Would subject Jake Steel like to request a replacement be identified allowing the requested to participate?

“NO! I mean, no thank you. he can be left behind to receive a front row seat in earths destruction”

> Phew! that was a close call! i know what you must be thinking and no I'm not a monster. That asshole deserves everything he's sowed on this planet for himself and no way in hell am i saving him even if we do share blood. He's been torturing and stealing from me my entire life and now Karma is kicking him in the balls. Nope, stopping myself there as theres no more reason to think about the sole remaining “family” i have left. Catchya later wanker!

The next thing Jake knew his vision was black, he couldn't smell, taste, hear and what worried him the most was the only thing he felt was some really crazy nausea that threatened to empty his stomach in space? Well if space allowed you to live that is. Just as jake was trying to comprehend floating in space dressed solely in the blue jeans and black t-shirt ensemble he pretty much lived in, the world came crashing back in a hand grenade of colours and sensations. there he was in some giant hall with about 250,000 other randoms looking like they just received a punch in the gut. the weird thing he immediately noticed though was the fact that everyone looked like they were older than 18 and younger than 50. this was evident by the fact that he didn't see any noticeable heads of grey and Jake always prides himself on being able to identify people quickly for one specific reason.. He hates them!

> Ugh, sardines much? people are bad even on the best of days but this many in such close proximity, i already don't like this world.