"This is it. My days are now numbered. The chronicle appeared in the sky. Its happening, this is the end."
This is what the last page of Sir Jim Stangras's diary looked like. Oh wait, you don't know him, do you? You don't know me either, and that's understandable. Hi, i'm Matt; Matthew Simmons for all the name fanatics out there and this is a story of a lost city, a gamer, some sci-fi shit and a deadly CURSE.
'How much do you have?' asked the owner to the boy on the opposite end of the counter. A white, skinny boy; not above 15 looked shaken by the phrase. He replied- "20".
"You're 5 short"- said the owner.
"tch, okay i'll get off early"- boy replied
"Only 45 mins"- replied the owner with a dissapointed look on his face.
The boy searched for a corner setup; and luckily, found one. He was waiting for this moment for months now. Screen lights up with icy mountains in the background and the name of the game in front of his eyes, THE WHITETOMB SAGA.
"Press enter to start" it said. He pressed it. But nothing happened. He pressed it again, still nothing. Then tried again, and again. This time It reverted back to the home page. "What a waste"- he looked utterly dissapointed. "well at least, this place got A.C. i can play other titles comfortably" he thought. " GRAND ROBBED AUTO; ohh, for sure" he murmured.
"Strange, its loading for a good few minutes now, i wonder why"- he said to himself. He bent over the setup to open up the pc case.
"WHAT!!!???" "WTF, its not even on, no lights, no fans are running, how is this possible?" he looks panicked.
"Wait, how come the monitor is still up and running?" he looks up and the screen went black. He is a little panicked but not afraid, Michel Brosn is tougher than that. There is a reason why fellow players call him 'Mike the executor'. Mike looked around and he went dizzy by the view. He was sitting in complete darkness, no one is near him except the absolute silence. He stood up. The creeek from his chair echoed in that dark room. "Where is the f***ing door" mike said with frustration in his voice. Everything went off but the chills. It was still cold somehow. "There you are, you piece of door handle"- he sounded a little relieved. He pushed the door, went outside. But to his surprise, its even colder outside. "Its only september and this is Taiwan, why is it so chilly man"- his voice was shaking from cold. His house is a mere 5 mins walk and mike knew the route very well. Not a single sign of light or sound anywhere. Mike felt odd, he tried to walk faster but the temperature was so cold that he couldn't. He is walking for 10 mins now, still nowhere near his house. "Maybe i took the wrong route" he thought. Suddenly a beam of light slaughtered the darkness. Its coming from behind. Mike turned and tried to look at the source of the light. But the light was so bright to look at. "Oh my god, where is it coming from?" he asked himself. Its not coming from anywhere near the ground. The light is coming from the sky, a bright yellow light powerful enough to blind someone for a minute. "Wait, is something written on the sky?" mike takes a step back. Finally, the light subsides; and the light spelled-
"WELCOME"