WP: Describe the life of a videogame character when the player changes the difficulty setting during a fight he was going to lose

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Reddit writing prompt where a character gets the difficulty setting changed to easy.

Submitted: October 18, 2014

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You look down at your hands, bleeding, sore. Gloves with cut out fingers are strapped loosely with their Velcro strips. You clinch then release your fists. They're really sore. You rub your hands up your arms, scar tissue and fresh, still bloody cuts, casually creating the definition of your day. Slowly, you raise your head; it feels heavy, pained, swollen. "Ungh," you let out a panged moan. What happened? You wonder as your eyes examine your surroundings.

It's abhorrently clear that you're wounded, but how? You have some freedom in your movement, but not much. There are ruins around you. They look Greek, maybe Roman. You're from Chicago. Where am I? Another question added to your growing list of concerns. You're able to move your feet now. Casually, you turn, lost, examining the scene. The ruins seem to be highlighted in the background by fire. Yet, there doesn't seem to be a lot of heat. Then you see her.

Her clothes are bloody and tattered just like yours. Her pure, pale skin is marred with scars and fresh cuts still glistening. Her figure is pure curves, her outfit accentuates them. She's busty, you like this about her appearance. Her black hair hangs down below her shoulders. It's elegant and full, minus the matted down parts. You look closer, her head's been bleeding. Is mine bleeding too? Your hand rubs over your scalp; your head is smooth, bald. More scars. No blood. You feel relieved as you can be in this uncomfortable situation. I should go check on her. You're concerned for her well-being. You begin to walk over.

Suddenly, from a far, something large, triangular in shape, swoops down, narrowly missing you as you drop to your knees. That was close. What the hell is that? You see the oddity hovering above you near some blocks that you had overlooked. Briefly, you pause, trying to identify the hanging stone objects. Everything appears to be floating without any support. Is there gravity? No, I would be floating if there wasn't gravity. You try to be scientific, and create hypothesis to try to solve the unexplainable situation you are witnessing. Nothing makes sense. You need a better look.

Hurriedly you rush back away from underneath the hovering triangle and the gravity defying blocks. You move as fast as you can, but your pain slows you down. Every few strides you look back, worried that something will have befouled the attractive woman, but she stands there, motionless. Odd You think to yourself as you get to a comfortable distance from the awkward blocks and the lingering cursor like object. Pausing you take a deep breath, squinting your eyes, you notice a pattern in the blocks.

E..A..S..Y, Easy. What is that? You question the word which is unfamiliar in your vocabulary. The next set of blocks, wider than the upper level spells out what looks like another word. M..E..D..I..U..M, medium wondering what medium is, you decide to keep reading. The cursor flickers down towards the last bricks, still suspended above the area whence you came. H..A..R..D, hard. Hard, this is familiar to you, difficult. But what is difficult? You're left questioning and wondering at the blocks as the arrow moves quickly back to easy. An intense audible click is followed by a loud chime. The sound of an orchestra playing vehemently pumps in from all around. You spin around, terrified, yet in awe of the strange circumstances. "Round 3, Fight!" Someone announces out, you look skyward, and then around again, no one is there. The pitter patters of boots smack the ground from behind you. You turn to see the ninja-like vixen flying through the air at you.

Quickly you move to the side. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Shouting, you try to get her to stop, but she's on a mission. She's coming after you like she wants to kill you. You notice your pain, your swelling; your cuts are all residing. You feel energized, and then a punch catches you in the face. It doesn't hurt; it's annoying, now you're mad. She hits you again. Puny That's right, you agree with your thought. She's weak. She tries to hit you with a roundhouse kick. You block it and follow through with strong kick to her midsection. She goes flying; her body is limp as it flails through the air. More energy gushes over you. Yeah, yeah, this is it! You love this new feeling of energy, strength and power. The ninja girl runs towards you again. This time you smile and crouch down. She leaps again aiming to kick you in the face. You grab her by the leg and slam her against the ground. Blood splatters from her body.

You stand over admiring your work in defending yourself. Alarmingly the voice from before announces beckons. "Finish her!" The voice proclaims exuberantly. What does that even mean? Perplexed you take a moment to consider the possibilities of meaning. Does it want me to kill her? No, that can't be. Maybe I should just punch her again? She looks dead already. You weigh the options, then, an outside force makes the decision for you. You can feel it pushing you towards her, watching her as she struggles to her feet. She's groggy, out of it, easy prey. You notice it. The unknown drive behind you begins to conjure something out of nowhere. Your legs and arms twitch rapidly, out of control. What is happening to my body? Fearfully, you worry, and then it occurs.

Your hands thrust out in front of you, emitting an unknown energy. That's when you notice your scars, your cuts, they're gone, all healed. "Kamehameha!" Temporarily losing control of your mouth, you shout out this word, unfamiliar to you. The beams of energy turn into a spherical ball and shoot off the ends of your fingers. The sphere strikes the masked woman, still groggy, and then she drops. The energy dissipates from you as quickly as it arrived. The woman lies on the ground, still, singed, smoking from the blast, dead. Oh well. You think, not caring, you lost control; it's not your fault. "FATALITY!" The metallic voice declares aloud. You feel relieved, happy, excited like you just won something, then the music stops.

Everything freezes. You can't move as everything fades to black.

"Jason!" You awake to a female voice shouting. You blink your eyes to see that you are in a familiar place, your bedroom. Your unkempt bed and dirty clothes are strewn about the hardwood floors. What a dream! You exclaim silently. You pass by your Xbox One and notice the system still running; your TV flashes 'Standby Mode.' Smiling, you make your way out of your room, down the hallway. "What did I tell you about games in the morning?" The female voice, your mother, chastises you. "I was sleeping, I promise." Boldly, you retort. "Eat breakfast; you're going to be late for school." She orders you about. Finish her the thought crosses your mind, but you decide to enjoy breakfast instead.


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