Ascension, it was a game that revolutionize gaming and ultimately life, just within mere minutes of release.
We the common masses were not whispered with any teasers, shown any trailers or news or even late night internet gossips about production prior to its sudden worldwide release.
A simple short clip from Matthew'Lin Muller, an awkward genius from birth, humble and kind. It was well known how slippery he was on medias.
And this dedicated bane of reporters orchestrated a mute intriguing harmony, a genius showcasing his design.
Muller had for once in his lifetime presented himself willingly in media and made a silent announcement of the game he made called Ascension:New World.
Oh Boy! His silence was ever so loud.
What if I told you that the world flipped over when people caught wind of his video which spread like wildfire.
I was among many who saw it live.
As the many pixels flashes, making their noises inside the T.V screen.
There the world saw Muller, I remember staring at this genius, one born with everything that I was robbed off from birth.
Watching it, my eyes caught wind of a rather familiar sight.
All but too familiar was I, asking myself whether people too saw what I saw.
The genius with all the gifts in the world had a rather gloomy sight.
Gloomy knows gloomy, there was a hint of dark cloudy smudges in the bags around his eyes which greyness seemed to be barely bearing the succumbing weight of his lids but at the time it mattered not to me, if I could survive, a genius could bore through it ten times over and it especially did not mattered when he showed us the real showcase trailer of Ascension:New World.
A virtual world which you could literally call a whole other realm, where you could be the real you or anything you had truly desired to be and do but what rubs me so smooth and moist was the promised sensations; to feel, taste and breathe, to be rejuvenated.
In other words to live and breathe an ideal life.
The title appeared right after and jerking all eyes to massive boners were some guys; acclaimed first players, celebrities of my world somersaulting about on every quick burst shots of magical landscapes then abruptly ending with a message.
"Be You!"
"Get yours now for free!"
Now a part of me from down below knows that I need not narrate further on how a typical black-friday war would erupt on the world, yes it was chaos and people were frantic.
People had to had one for their kids, their husbands, neighbors, their secret lover whom they met at yoga, the neighbors, aunts and nieces, not excluding the grand mama of the husband's lover's mama, the neighbors again and even the dogs have to have one. It really do feels as if cause literally my stubborn ass which refuses any fucking inch of moving and I had been waiting six weeks for my bad boy to ring at the doorstep.
And now here we are, talking to a wisp, floating in the air and a throbbing dick to spare.
"I see you like what you saw!" said the wisp.
"I-i do?!" I really did.
Chuckling yet more a hiccup with a smile, I was with sweats; of timorous cold shaking sweats.
Until;
"W-wait!" I blurted popping meself a realization, "Were you watching me?"
I know, a dumb question to ask but fuck you!
"Well..." the wisp slurred, like a child finding the right words to say.
"I wouldn't exactly say watching, it was more like waiting... cause ya kinda seemed like you were having a swell YOU! time."
I stood there doing the most of reactions, something which I was always and truthfully only limited to; A widened hanging jaw of Yes! I am very surprise.
As I said before I always had that sense of always being watched but seeing as someone was really there I almost drowned to the redness of shame that filled my face up from my chin, then comes this tingling sensation from my back, jittery it tickles the spine.
A new untold experience I've come and continued to feel, it was jolting, not the finest of sensations but it still was a feeling and then like a sudden light-bulb shining in my temple I realized; I was now actually free, freed from the shackles of paralyzing binds and now? I asked myself, 'Why do I need to bother myself with what others think? Imma live!!'
"Yeah! Well,, I like the feel of these." said I smiling, shaking my jittery jiggles off me arms.
Confidence simply surges in my system, my blood reeks of it.
"How long was I... You know? Acting an idiot?" A hand tweaking, scratching that itchless itch, I never knew until now but this suave cover-up for my jumpy fledgling timidity simply sprang up as a habit.
"Idiot? Well it's your words but I don't think you were an Idiot, instead...." almost sang the wisp with a high playful voice, rather easy to talk to, "You.. looked more like a child finding his lost blanky..."
I tilted my neck faintly, listening and pondering on how lifelike the moments here continued to be on and on, more and 'morer' and more alive with every fleeting second.
'This is rather life-like even for a simple NPC' I thought to myself.
I stood in the floating box, stood a trunk I did with a thought, wondering whether this NPC might come up as someone important much later in the game, for the moment was quite odd when compared to streams of the wisp which I had watched.
'Their intros were like ten,, eight minutes?' I searched the mind's archives for this was peculiar.
But then in a sudden blurt sounding as eager as picknies do, "Yup! It usually does not take that long to get you set, prepped and ready to track!!" it said.
"Who asked?" the lips aces when they jabbed an annoyed-quick reply.
"I thought you just did mister?!?!" it answered.
I nearly gave a fitting answer but it pushes on its talkative vibe, "Oh! and Yessir! You were doing a swell 'YOU time' for twenty four minutes and forty seven seconds."
Words were not said, I stared a blank-dead soul at the wisp.
"You were there… THE WHOLE TIME???" I nearly screamed, nearly a scream out of shame.
It was loud, I didn't knew my lungs could pump up loud words.
I blinked me eyes quick to it, once and twice then thrice; However it was to my brain- who screamed for joy as it nodded to the fact that from first the moment I came here; All the more and more the more- I was ran over with an endless tyre of amazement, like a connoisseur showered with healing wonder-cum, with miraculous things of which I always wondered what a working body could've done.
But something peaks the mind, like an alert notification popping me a realization; it suddenly came as I scratched my long beautiful hair; beautiful, soft and wavy, dances with the winds, shining, Oh so beautiful hair ; just seconds before the wisp somehow sounded like it answered a question from my thought.
Curious was now the mind, like a fish french-kissing a perverted fishing lure-, I thought I was onto something.
"Don't you think reading mind is unfair?" asks the quick tongue, I was surprised for I just simply thought of it, my brain didn't mean for the tongue to spout that.
If it could read minds everything is useless.
Everything and all of my thoughts;
I mean,
'My fantasies too?'
'That's like mind-reading rape, without my consent and unprotected at that and if it could actually do as I thought it could than that means it would know about this thought too.'
And on comes thoughts in a rhythm of an endless monotonic beat thumping from an unbeatable drum of conundrums…
But then I realized this was supposedly an NPC but, 'Wait then it would mean the wisp would now know that it is an NPC.'
'FUCK IT!'
Technically if brains could sweat, mine would amount close to the percentage of water in the earth as it kept on piling up thoughts after thoughts and running a marathon through them wondering of what taboo I might've caused and all possible preventive measures, If the wisp could really read minds.
"OKAY! Mister!" it feels as if it huffed.
"HUH?" reacted the tongue as the brain was saved from its drifting marathon.
The wisp than floats like a menacing fat fucking egg, closer and closer until it looked like an inflated fat fucking egg.
It was rather large from this close, blue and happy I could feel its emotions maybe it was magic? And those flickering lights all around it, the little gentle noises, the specks they flutter.
My ears, they heard this beautiful noise. I felt calm, numb, '…a weird beautiful noise..' mumbled I.
As though a beautiful chorus sang in ears, I've a heart which mellowed as nothingness floods the mind, I was weirdly at peace.
"What do I call ya mister?" it felt like being asked by a curious child.
"Uh! Oh yeah!" I replied.
I remember feeling woozy, "I'm… I'm…" muttered I slowly as I stuttered, as my vocal chords orchestrated only twirly notes.
Shook I did me head, wavy they were my long black hair, ridding me off from feeling like a drunkard sailor due for his early morning rum, 'What was that itches the mind?'
Barging in its weird blue flutters, "Misterr-.." it slurred, urging me it seemed to fill the blank after the mister.
And it forced me my full undivided attention.
"My Name!?'' I mumbled slow.
Weird though it may sound like, rather special to me was the moment because this was my first introduction made with all fine gestures from the body, as then I find courage in my metamorphosis and announced, clearing the mighty throat and there I spoke, "Lock!" I proclaimed.
Ironic huh?
"Lock! I am Lock."
It was then and when that a legend for first proclaimed a name.