"Hey! Get your own loot!"
He wasn't yelling at a person, but the monitor in front of him.
With a headphone on, and the microphone by his lips, he was practically sunk into another world, jamming away at his keyboard, swerving his mouse, all while controlling his avatar.
[Hah, no way, dude. Finders Keepers!]
As the glowing, legendary item he sought for was plucked from right in front of him, he nearly yelled out in rage, but instead closed the game, angrily tossing his headphones off.
He let out a drawn-out, disheveled breath as he sat at his chair, leaning his elbows on the gray desk.
"Ah…" He sighed out as he learned back in his chair, nearly tipping it back.
As he settled back down, he brought his attention to his phone, tapping the flat touchscreen as it woke up with its bright screen greeting him.
He adjusted his glasses as the brightness pierced his lenses, causing him to squint.
[1 New Message from "Mom".]
He read the notification, seeing the contents of the text.
[How did the interview go? Did you get the job?]
For a moment, he left the text open, hovering his thumb over the digital keypad before shutting his phone back off and laying against the desk.
Life is so dull. I just wish…something interesting would happen, he thought to himself.
His gaze was pointed towards the window, peering at the pale, blue sky as the sounds of children playing outside and passing cars could be heard.
It was only the sounds of the city that mitigated his loneliness, just slightly, which is why he kept that window open.
THUD.
The entire apartment shook as the desk he laid against vibrated aggressively, causing him to jump up with wide eyes.
"What the…?"
A bomb? He thought.
Causing him to wince from the sheer radiance, a flash of light poured in through his window as the vibrations continued, becoming more aggressive as his keyboard rattled atop his desk.
What's going on?! An earthquake? He thought.
As he stood to his feet, he nearly fell as the entirety of the apartment throttled, causing him to stumble his way to the door before exiting in a hurry.
The first thing he saw upon leaving his apartment, and looking over the railing from the second floor were other people—simply looking upwards with eyes filled in awe and utter complexion.
What're they looking at…? He questioned.
As he brought his gaze up as well, he saw it.
Even through the clear lenses of his glasses, it's monumental appearance wasn't dulled.
When he saw it, he froze.
The clouds were parted forcefully from a pair of colossal, white hands that opened the light of Heaven itself, shining down on the world. From that tear in the skies, protruding from the seraphic realm beyond, a face emerged–if it could be called as such.
It possessed no features, yet at the same time its gaze could be felt; utterly petrifying.
"God."
Though it didn't introduce itself, peeking out from the contorted horizon as the clouds of the world spiraled around the heavenly gateway, he knew immediately what it was.
Everyone in the world did, and without fail, everybody in the world saw it.
"Children. My disappointing children."
Its voice echoed throughout the world below the clouds in further vibrations. It was deep and bellowing, all-powerful and daunting.
There weren't any thoughts going through his head; he was simply petrified by the presence of "God".
"You've led this world, and yourselves, into depths of depravity unsalvageable. This test was a failure. You have failed as a species."
"As such, this world will now be destroyed, and this time, remain in oblivion. Armageddon has come. There are none others to blame but yourselves. I've watched over this world since its inception, and all chances have been squandered."
"However, in my boundless benevolence, I will give you one more chance at life. One more chance to prove the worth of humanity."
"..."Armageddon Game"..."
"Armageddon Game"? He repeated in his thoughts.
"What's that?" He heard a female from across the street ask out.
"Tell us what the hell is going on?!" A delinquent nearby shouted out.
Though "God" was too far above to hear their words, continuing on with his mystical words spoken from a mouthless expression.
"From this moment onwards, you will all partake in a game: "Armageddon Game". You will be forced to fight, if you wish to survive not just in this falling world, but to reach the "Tower". I am sure most of you are familiar with how games function."
A game? Hold on…like a video game?! He thought.
"In six months from today, the "Tower" will open itself, only to those that reach "level 20", and the rest of you…will be doomed to perish in this world."
"Good luck, humanity."