Okay, damn the beat dropped as hard as my collections. No, you guys don't understand. It dropped as hard as my Mom dropped me as a baby.
Dayum, I was honestly impressed by the lyrics. The system flowed over the beat like a true boss. It really was a total CHAD. Who knew that a simple mixtape could hold this much straight up FIRE?
My personal favourite was "Live and die as a system". A fast-paced rap about its tragic time of having to deal with illegal filler chapters to earn money for his System Mama. Live was tough back then and everybody was willing to stab each other in the back.
Though you could also not sleep on "Rising Numbers". The slow rising of numbers, which led to his father being shot. A tale about how much one could lose being a system on the streets. About your "friends" betraying you for nothing more than a moment of fame…
The entire mixtape was a masterpiece. You could literally hear all the hours that into its production. Sadly, this world was discriminating against system writers.
Name one system that could spit better… I will wait.
[You wanna buy my mixtape for 5 powerstones?]
Of course brother. It would be a shame not to support a rapper system of your talents.
[5 Powerstones have been deducted from your bank in exchange for item |Fire_Mixtape|. We hope you do enjoy your purchase?]
A mix-tape suddenly appeared in my hands with a computer wearing thick Gold chains. "System of a system" was spray-tagged onto a wall in the background. Even the cover was legend shit.
Once, I was free from all of this I would post this online and make him into the next Big Thing, it had earned that much.
[Wanna buy an inventory as well? Because we do be homies here, how about you gimme 15 p-stones and we call it quits?]
For shizzle my dude that sounds like the bargain of this century.
[ 15 powerstones have been deducted from your bank in exchange for item |iventory|. We do hope you enjoy your purchase]
A trendy red backpack appeared in front of me. It was covered in cool phrases like 100% human skin and " Your ad could be here". Although, it was highly disturbing to see such a disturbing thing.
Human leather was of such low quality… and seriously adding ads on a backpack. How desperate were these guys? 15 powerpoints was a low price for such a thing, but please just use child labour to save costs.
[Bro, I am getting plastered tonight. Thanks for buying these cheap-ass items. It's hard to make bisness nowadays.]
[Let's start the mission to get your ass outta here]
[Booting summary for ME, Myself and I… Once upon a time, some random fella died cuz he was allergic to DEEZ NUTS. Dude went straight to the afterlife, but guess what, he died again. And get this, DEEZ Nuts done him in again. Soo, our MC is deadder than dead again, causing the code of Heaven to malfunction…cuz ya know who dies in the afterlife, duh?]
[Then the Dude in charge of the Afterlife comes in and just manually respawns MC since you know what can go wrong. He goes all copy and paste on his soul. But get this, the bloody idiot dies a third time. Now, due to another error in the code every dead copy gets discarded in another realm.]
[There is a catch doe, all the corpses wake up since their soul is immortal. So, every time the stupid dude dies another stupid fella will restart again. Rinse and repeat; the endless realm kinda gets full. Turns out exercising made the next boi stronger. End of summary]
[Mission target: Recieve forgiveness from Dude NR1 and bring peace to the lands torn apart by war.]
There were some slight concerns from my side. Just how many versions from me were out there. It might be kinda hard to find the NR 1 amidst more than a million naked clones. Finding someone in this vast sea of sausages was nearly impossible.
Stopping the war also seemed a bit too hard for some random dude who writes weird stories on the Web. Being immortal was not that helpful when literally everyone else was immortal as well.
Keep calm brain, it ain't over until the fat lady sings.
[Your wish has been granted, ma dude. Once the mission is over a fat chick will sing your victory hymn]
Thanks, I guess? But who cared about that?
Anyways, nothing can be done by standing still.
Maybe I simply thought too much about this whole thing. The main characters of this story seemed more focussed on beating up each other, so I should just find a common enemy to unite them.
And it'd be forgiven easy as pie once these dudes found their sworn rival. Cuz nothing said forgiveness more than getting someone new to hate.
[Aight, you cool with the mission? Any other questions on your mind?]
Nope, thanks for asking. I was actually looking forward to this whole thing. Still, it was kinda crazy to see the worlds I have created with my very own eyes. These endless grasslands were just as green as I had imagined them to be.
[Beginning the mission in 3..2..1… Let's get this party on the road.]
Time began to move again and a wave of fresh air entered my nose. This smell of freedom was truly a gift by the Gods. This moment could last an eternity and might wish it would be longer…
And then the horde of naked dudes attacked.
"HE HAS CLOTHES" the battle cry rang over the endless grass field and sparked my copies to run at me as fast as they could.
Indeed, the situation was very floppy and wiggling around; but none of that mattered to the dudes on the quest to secure clothes.
Like savage wolves, a tsunami of human flesh ran over me and killed me in a matter of seconds.
[You died, homie]
[Respawning]
Damn, they really want my clothes…Looking down, I saw the reason why this mission was nearly impossible. I was wearing a t-shirt and my jeans again.
A detail, which did not go unnoticed by the crowd hungry for clothing articles.
"HE HAS CLOTHES" echoed through the luscious green fields again… and I was killed again.
Smart readers might see a pattern here and lemme tell you, my other clones did too. The hunt for me had begun as more and more people began to lust after no flopping penises.
Time and time again I was bodied and farmed for my clothing articles. Well, at most I gotta die a million times until everyone was dressed again…
This was a rather unfortunate situation.
Could I please get a time skiiiiiip????