-Note, I changed this story .
The theater of death filled up with bloodcurdling sounds as the sodden earth became soaked in woe. His teammates were sprawled across the battlefield, their blubbering and choking swept across the grounds. A rupture of moonlight broke through the sky accentuating the gaping wounds Keith had on his body. His Hp levels was decreasing, he didn’t have enough manna and the medic was no where to be seen. His weapon was clanging against his leg, he ran with a limp and felt helpless to the roar of violence. His sniper was well intact, he heaved it down the crooked path where the city broke in two. With the little strength he had left, he was able to climb the stairs of a dilapidated building. He hadn’t reached the checkpoint yet, and if he died here , his team would loose. It takes 5 minutes to re-spawn, but in those five minutes a lot can happen. He left a dotted trail on the steps and found the balcony. This was the perfect spot, for a long ranged soldier. He set up his weapon, bent in position. The ground was glazed in gizzards, the enemies numbers thundered across the dome.The sky turned damnation-black, the dew wet grass danced in the wind, while the orchestral groans vibrated through him. The flames of the city brushed across trees, mother nature wasn't happy. It was carnage, the shouts from the commander got lost in the wind. No matter the cries of his fellowmen he had to steady his heartbeat, because the target was in sight. He aimed, let out a dragged sigh . And a shot rang out. A different one. Before disintegrating into the void of his gaming console, he turned to be greeted by his target.
‘Shit!’Keith whistled. He nearly threw his headpiece at his monitor but instead held his head in his hands. Looking through the crack of his fingers he watched as the animated flag of his team stretched across the screen, with daunting words, ‘Mission failed’. He leaned back in his chair and looked to the ceiling, he growled and nearly stepped away from the keyboard. He finally calmed down and decided to find interest in other games. He exited the icon and entered a more darker one. The software for this particular game can’t be found in a normal browser. He clicked on it. Suddenly the screen went blank, glitched in panic and shut down. With it’s performance, Keith didn’t flinch. He waited, but a login screen didn’t appear. A question did. ‘Are you sure?’.He clicked yes nonchalant. Then it reappeared. ‘ Are you sure?’, he tilted his head. He hesitated but continued. Then a new question. ‘Do you want to enter RISE?’. He turned his chair and obtained his VR headpiece hidden in his drawer. It automatically connected to the game and he was in.
Zipping through the network of MMORPG’s , he stumbled upon an open world game. He was now standing on a high raised building, looking down at the city. Then a menu bar appeared in the sky, he pressed start. His pocket vibrated and he retrieved a phone with a caller unknown. 'Hello’, he said blunt. The voice took it’s time in saying, ‘ Welcome to Hell city’. Keith stood at the balcony's edge, breathing in the toxins of the R rated game. ‘Look at them Keith, ‘the voice whispered. Keith clenched the phone in shock. How did he know his name? Keith bent to look at the bustling city goers. ‘Some are pubs’, he coughed. Keith could tell the man was smiling. ‘Sad thing is, you won’t be able to tell the real from the fake, ‘the line stuttered. Keith took a step back. A target mark had appeared on his chest and the position line shined through the dark. He turned his head to view the sniper in the distance. ‘You see Keith, Life is unfair. And some people don’t understand that, you know?, ‘he sounded like the joker, but more stern . Two target marks appeared, one on his chest, the other on his leg. ‘ It’s your job Keith, to teach them all a lesson,’. Keith froze, before he spoke he got interrupted. ‘ There’s only one rule, in this game. And that is to climb the ladder. Even if it means killing others, ‘he stopped. Keith spoke loud, as if exclaiming it to the world,’ Most of all the games I’ve played involve killing, what makes this one any different?’. The man was silent, Keith looked around cautiously. Then laughter erupted from the phone, he dropped it on the floor. When the voice calmed down it regained it's authority , ‘ This isn’t just any game Keith. Didn’t you know, he scoffed, ‘ If someone dies here, they die in real life’. Keith’s pupil enlarged , his words were choking him but he couldn’t let them escape his mouth. ‘Bullshit,’ he spat. Before more protests vibrated through his system , a bullet brushed passed his ear. In a sickening speed, it rammed into the wall behind him. He was stunned, for a few seconds he couldn’t move and with a quivering body he turned to face the phone. ‘ Do you wanna to see, whether I’m lying or not?’, he asked in a childish mannerism. ‘ Wanna be the test subject?,’ the grin could be felt through the phone. Then the line went off, Keith ran and picked it up. A text message appeared, ‘Mission 1:Collect supplies and hide, ‘he scanned his surroundings. Checking his pockets for any weapons, his only holy ghost appeared in the form of a target mark, in the middle of his forehead. Then the message continued to say, ‘Hide’, he typed, ‘ from me’.
