Aero woke up quarter of five in the morning, welcomed by a shining light that bypassed the half-tilted blinds and a melody playing in copy room. He got up and stretched his limbs, walking over to the lounge. He released a long yawn and muttered: “First day of DA. Oh joy.”
He snatched the newspaper off of the counter and took a disposable cup from its packaging from a table parallel to the counter. The tune was beginning to become clearer in the background. It sounded like 80’s pop music, but he couldn’t exactly tell—all songs from the 80’s sounded the same, but some of the lyrics greeted his ears.
We’re no strangers to love,
You know the rules and so do I,
A full commitment is what I’m thinking of,
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy,
The game had started only a few hours prior to Aero’s awake. He and the other competitors had been transported via unknown Karl Jak method, which did slightly disturb him. Jak was a homosexual, after all. He knew that he'd have to be fully concentrated to progress in the competition—and awake.
He grasped the handle to the coffee pot on the table and helped himself to a nice cup, making sure to add sugar and some Amoretto creamer, stirring it as he opened up the newspaper and glanced over a few articles. The date on the paper read: May 15, 2008. He took a sip of the coffee (it was a little too sweet and left him cringing) and retreated back into the office room.
He located an appealing cubical with posters of Jenna Jameson tacked against its inner walls. He sat down in the comfortable chairs and placed the coffee cup next to the computer mouse. “And now I wait,” he garbled exasperatingly as he sighed, switching to a new article in the paper. It was about a double homicide by North Dock—two women were viciously stabbed to death. The paper wasn’t distracting Aero from the competition as he hoped it would, so he tossed it in the corner of the cubical and went back over to where he slept, peering through the blinds as he passed them. Other buildings, minimalistic amount of trees, streets and alleyways, and not another being in sight.
He snatched the newspaper off of the counter and took a disposable cup from its packaging from a table parallel to the counter. The tune was beginning to become clearer in the background. It sounded like 80’s pop music, but he couldn’t exactly tell—all songs from the 80’s sounded the same, but some of the lyrics greeted his ears.
We’re no strangers to love,
You know the rules and so do I,
A full commitment is what I’m thinking of,
You wouldn’t get this from any other guy,
The game had started only a few hours prior to Aero’s awake. He and the other competitors had been transported via unknown Karl Jak method, which did slightly disturb him. Jak was a homosexual, after all. He knew that he'd have to be fully concentrated to progress in the competition—and awake.
He grasped the handle to the coffee pot on the table and helped himself to a nice cup, making sure to add sugar and some Amoretto creamer, stirring it as he opened up the newspaper and glanced over a few articles. The date on the paper read: May 15, 2008. He took a sip of the coffee (it was a little too sweet and left him cringing) and retreated back into the office room.
He located an appealing cubical with posters of Jenna Jameson tacked against its inner walls. He sat down in the comfortable chairs and placed the coffee cup next to the computer mouse. “And now I wait,” he garbled exasperatingly as he sighed, switching to a new article in the paper. It was about a double homicide by North Dock—two women were viciously stabbed to death. The paper wasn’t distracting Aero from the competition as he hoped it would, so he tossed it in the corner of the cubical and went back over to where he slept, peering through the blinds as he passed them. Other buildings, minimalistic amount of trees, streets and alleyways, and not another being in sight.
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Placed 3rd in Dante's Abyss 08