Initializing... Complete

Hello Humans,

Species: Tag has taken an interest in your continued survival,

Therefore your world has been assimilated by the cosmic council!

Congratulations!

Please standby and await more information.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement, I literally spent at least 30 seconds just staring with my mouth open at the weird blue screen that had just appeared in front of me.

And then I began to laugh,

I know this story, I had read hundreds of them, a bonafide System Apocalypse.

Suddenly my chest cramped and my heart started to pound, I dashed into my house and started grabbing anything I could find that might be of use.

I dumped out my school bag and started stuffing supplies in it.

My first stop was to get medicine because it was widely considered a key to apocalypse survival followed by water and some canned food that my dad kept for emergencies. clean socks and some other assorted cloth were next, I even took the time to wrap my bedsheets around my backpack, a tip I had seen in one of the many books I had read.

After about 30 minutes of me furiously panic packing had gone by I started to relax a little. "What if this is just a prank." I mumbled out loud, but something deep inside me told me this was real.

despite my slight hesitation I continued to look for anything that might be even remotely useful.

even though I lived in America my dad was not very big on firearms. however, he was fascinated by cold weapons and had an impressive collection of assorted pocket knives. rifling through his drawers I pulled out his "user" collection, the ones he used regularly and wouldn't mind me taking even if the blue screens were just me hallucinating from sleep deprivation and grabbed the biggest knife I could find.

luckily I didn't have to think much longer on that topic as another screen suddenly popped up.

As part of the assimilation, every person has been given a standard-issue S.T.A.T.U.S. screen!!!

Open your interface simply by saying "status" this keyword can be changed at any time by simply associating your S.T.A.T.U.S. screen with any other keyword mentally.

As is customary, the race that made the decision to assimilate your world is allowed a brief message not to exceed 100 words.

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Greetings Humans.

I am the delegate assigned to interact with newly assimilated species for the Tag, henceforth you will no longer control the designation of "Humans" instead you have been given the designation of Tag from what I have studied of your literature this number has some significance to your kind, what it is I may never know.

Maybe one day someone could give me a Tutorial.

Signed, Tag Ks'ed

Looking at the message brought no clarity to the situation for me, it only brought up more questions.

Reading through again I figured that the only way I was going to get any answers would be to discover them.

With just a hint of excitement, I said "Status".