As I looked into the eyes of the bandit, I realized I was completely and utterly fucked. But let me take a few steps back here. I should tell you how I got into this mess.

My name is Justin Brown (I know, not very heroic, but it's my story, so fuck off). I've always loved rpg's, you could say I was even a little obsessed with them. The idea that I could be some magical hero with stats, inventories, and of course, the magical minimap (Like seriously guys, that thing would be fucking useful irl right?).

My parents were understanding, but not supportive. They thought it was just a phase and that one day I'd grow out of it. Well, I guess the jokes on them. But I'm getting off track, lets get to the meat and bones of this story.

It all began on a warm summer day, the perfect day to stay inside and game. Or so Justin told himself, not that he could recall a bad type of weather to game, but that is certainly besides the point. Justin woke up, shimmied his messy bed into something resemblilng decent and headed out the door. He made it 2 blocks from his High School before he realized he had forgotten his lunch money. So, one frantic jog back home and he was ready to leave again. In his haste to leave he tripped, fell, snapped his neck and promptly died.

Justin couldn't believe what he was seeing. As he stared down at his corpse he pondered over all the things he never got to accomplish, most of these were rpg related, but he had the standard regrets we all do. He regretted that he didn't realize Stacy Moore was hitting on him last year, he regretted not punching that bully in fifth grade. He wishes he could do so much more and cries that he DESERVES better.

It was at this point that a man stepped out of the shadows. To describe him would be impossible, the man was everyone and no-one all at once. He was constantly shifting, changing, and merging into different beings. However, as Justin would soon find out, this man liked to be called Mister.

Justin looked into Mister's eyes and gradually became dizzy to the point that he passed out. On the way to the floor he briefly wondered how he could pass out if he was dead. He, much like you the readers, did not receive an answer.

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P.S. Yeah, I know it's short.