Game of lmmortality
Live what you want, and wish for what you desire, but don’t forget to put a limit to your wishes... for a day might come when they come true in a way you never dreamed of, and then you’ll realize how foolish you were.
I was one of those few obsessed with video games, living among screens, and dreaming of being part of the digital worlds I used to drown in for hours. I didn’t want to be the noble hero who cries like a child at the first loss, or the one who carries slogans of justice while barely being able to protect himself. No, I wanted to be the villain—the one who imposes his presence, the earth shakes under his feet, and possesses a power greater than the hero of the game himself.
On a cursed day, I didn’t wake up in my bed as usual, but inside one of the games I used to love obsessively. Everything was familiar, from the towering cities to the characters whose dialogues I had memorized by heart... but there was a problem, a problem I hadn’t expected—I didn’t incarnate in the body of that legendary villain I imagined, but in the body of the character I hated the most... the hero of the game, “Kyle Estoright.”
Now, stuck in this role I always mocked, surrounded by the enemies I always wished to be one of, I realized a truth I had never thought about: maybe heroes have a reason that makes them fight, and maybe villains weren’t as grand as I had imagined... or maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just a “game.”
