The alarm rang and Kevin woke up. It was exceptionally and unusually loud. The ray of light on his face felt scorchingly hot, and he wondered what the fuck just happened.

“It’s a fucking Saturday and I’m not working-”

He rubbed his eyes, and tried to wave away a strange bluish light that seemed to shine right in his face. But after a while, he opened his eyes and saw a blue floating screen.

[Kevin. The bomb’s under your bed. Dispose of it within a week, or suffer the consequences.]

“What the fish-” Kevin jumped and immediately looked under his bed. Frankly he didn’t know why either.

There was a gigantic cockroach-beetle creature, and there was a glowing bomb on it’s back. Honestly, it resembled more like a crystal with a greenish light.

“Holy flying-” The cockroach ran towards him, and immediately latched onto his leg. It was huge, and his lower calves felt the football-sized bomb-bug’s legs wrap around his arm. The legs penetrated his skin, and it hurt as hell. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

[The bomb has successful bound to you. To dispose it, find a bomb-defuser. You may look for someone with a glowing spanner on their head. The nearest one is located in the city]

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!” Kevin frantically tried to pull the bomb and remove the bomb, but it was somehow fused to his leg. He didn’t want to chop off his leg. He looked around. “THIS IS NOT FUNNY GUYS. IS ANYONE HERE PLAYING A PRANK ON ME?”

Silence. There was no one in his room, and so, with a bomb strapped onto his leg, he looked outside.

Everything looked blue, and as he looked up at the sky, the sky was exceptionally blue.

The sun was blue, too. He immediately shuffled around the room and looked for his phone. It was flooded with messages, and he saw a string of notifications from the news channels, but he focused on the one from his best friend, Sam.

Sam : Hi Kevin, you alright? Everyone’s been getting all these weird blue boxes this morning. Mine’s to find a silver shovel. What’s yours?

“Holy-” Kevin’s brain jammed for a moment.

He looked at his leg. Kevin swore the cockroach looked perfectly content latching itself to his leg. “You! Don’t look so smug, hugging my leg like that.”

The cockroach chittered.

“Uh. Okay. Do you mind letting go of my leg?”

The cockroach chittered, it sounded like a refusal.

“Fuck.”

Kevin: Hey Sam. I’ve got a bug that’s a bomb on my leg and I got to get rid of it in a week.

Sam : Shit. Let’s meet in the city. I bet that’s what everyone’s doing.

He decided to check the news instead.

“Reports of blue screens appearing before people worldwide. Authorities are investigating.”

Kevin snorted. As if the authorities ever get anything done-

His house shook, and as he looked out, he saw the opposite house had somehow exploded.

[Complete the mission, or face the consequences.]

“Look, Mr Blue Screen of Death.” Kevin shouted. “You can’t just waltz into our lives and tell us to solve missions without telling us anything. I need data. I need information. Look, if our life is a game, you gotta give us a tutorial.”

[Submitting feedback... Management has responded that your request for a tutorial was denied.]

“Fuck you. Fuck the management.”

The cockroach on his leg chittered in glee.

“And fuck you too.”