Gamer! An English thing =o(
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6 Jan 2006, 22:56
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Thought i might as well post this here, give you a break from the one line journals =oP. It's just a piece of English coursework, writing to entertain in fact, so if it entertains you I'd like to know =oD. The text is all fictional, although some of the descriptions are based on my own experience: i can testify that, staying up all night and drinking lots of caffeine makes you feels as if someone ripped out your soul, or something like that anyway. Thanks for reading, or thanks for the witty comment regarding the length, or thanks for the completely random animated gif. I'm just in a thankful mood =o).
It is 2 am. A stale cup of coffee lies on the table next to a humming monitor, the light flickering as a furious medley of characters and hypnotic lighting are created. A mouse clicks, almost lonesome in the monotonous hum of electronic equipment, as an eager boy slaps the trigger on his rocket launcher (/mp40, whatever turns you on =o) ). The night draws on, kill after kill, click after click, the boy forgets everything around him: his life, his friends, the unfinished coursework. Troubles disappear in this cyber-world.
Sunlight breaks through the window, the glazed expression on the boys face vanishes, sudden realisation. School starts at 9, it was 8. He hadn't been to sleep. There was no time to wash, no time to change, no time for coffee. For 15 minutes he debated in his mind, whether to continue, or venture to school. School won, although many times it had not. As he began to remove his mind from the game, problems and insecurities rushed to fill their place, like a junkie going straight, the boy began to regret his decision. He threw on his bag, some deodorant and a fake smile, thinking nothing of the breakfast he missed, it's not as if you need food, when you're addicted. Arriving in school 15 minutes late, staring into space as the teacher explained quadratic equations, his thoughts turned again to the game. He was intelligent, although not a genius, and managed to float through school with little effort. He began to think how he would win his next game, how he could improve his rocket shots, his lightning gun, not noticing as his friends began to drift away. School ended.
As the journey home finished, the boy fell into his bed, feeling empty and disoriented from a caffeine come down, he drifted into sleep. It is 8 pm. The sun had set, and darkness filled the boys room. The boy liked the dark, it comforted him, daytime was too bright, too many people could see. He opened his door and fumbled his way to the kitchen, the family had already eaten, he was a stranger to them. He picked up what remained, taking it where he felt comfortable, where he felt safe. The computer had remained on, messages lingered from online friends, people whose faces meant nothing. He replied. Joking, laughing, being respected, it was everything he wished real life was. He started the game.
His headphones drowned out all outside noise, leaving only the sound of the game, letting him escape into a world where he could rule, where he was king. He practiced for hours, evermore removed from the world he despised, floating through the Internet as a God, respected and liked, it was all he wished for.
It is 8 am. The debate begins. This time school was not so fortunate. The boy removes his anxiety, the proposition of dealing with real people had shaken him, settling himself, reassured that he would not have to leave his computer. He sat at his chair, moving little for the rest of the day. Sleep began to grab hold. The boy could feel the warm pull of his bed drawing him away from the world he loved. He had a solution. The kitchen was deserted, the remnants of a family meal still lingered, unnoticed by the boy, who scuttled towards the kettle. He had his elixir.
He hadn't slept, and as the sun light filtered through the curtains, he was filled with confidence. He felt strangely empty, void, in a state of non existence. He couldn't concentrate. It was 9 am. He arrived at school. His friends hadn't seen him in 2 days, but were unworried, he was often unseen. Today was a repetition of many, his new confidence in social places would do little to repair the broken relationships. He found himself alone, wishing he had stayed in his world. Teachers began to ask him questions, his insecurities and fears began to rush back as the caffeine wear off. He wished harder. He was distant, having little to converse, bad company. As he sat alone, surrounded by people, he began to dream of things could be. He was popular. The girl who he thought he might love, she adored him. His friends, who with he barely speaks, are loyal trustworthy individuals. He stares at the clock. It is 3:20pm. He walks home.
This night repeats as the last. The next night continues the same way. The boy falls ever deeper into his game. The family are worried. The boys barely washes, his room filled with stale food, dirty cups, cigarette buts, used clothes. His real friends are gone. His Internet friends become the only source of social interaction. The clock begins to move faster, with every turn of the hand the boy is drawn every further from the real world. The boy is a man.
He sits in his chair, alone. His eyes glazed, as the game entertains his lonely soul. He thinks nothing of the child hood he wasted, of the opportunities he missed. The game takes over now. His only source of happiness.
Now i just need to write a commentary =o(((.
It is 2 am. A stale cup of coffee lies on the table next to a humming monitor, the light flickering as a furious medley of characters and hypnotic lighting are created. A mouse clicks, almost lonesome in the monotonous hum of electronic equipment, as an eager boy slaps the trigger on his rocket launcher (/mp40, whatever turns you on =o) ). The night draws on, kill after kill, click after click, the boy forgets everything around him: his life, his friends, the unfinished coursework. Troubles disappear in this cyber-world.
Sunlight breaks through the window, the glazed expression on the boys face vanishes, sudden realisation. School starts at 9, it was 8. He hadn't been to sleep. There was no time to wash, no time to change, no time for coffee. For 15 minutes he debated in his mind, whether to continue, or venture to school. School won, although many times it had not. As he began to remove his mind from the game, problems and insecurities rushed to fill their place, like a junkie going straight, the boy began to regret his decision. He threw on his bag, some deodorant and a fake smile, thinking nothing of the breakfast he missed, it's not as if you need food, when you're addicted. Arriving in school 15 minutes late, staring into space as the teacher explained quadratic equations, his thoughts turned again to the game. He was intelligent, although not a genius, and managed to float through school with little effort. He began to think how he would win his next game, how he could improve his rocket shots, his lightning gun, not noticing as his friends began to drift away. School ended.
As the journey home finished, the boy fell into his bed, feeling empty and disoriented from a caffeine come down, he drifted into sleep. It is 8 pm. The sun had set, and darkness filled the boys room. The boy liked the dark, it comforted him, daytime was too bright, too many people could see. He opened his door and fumbled his way to the kitchen, the family had already eaten, he was a stranger to them. He picked up what remained, taking it where he felt comfortable, where he felt safe. The computer had remained on, messages lingered from online friends, people whose faces meant nothing. He replied. Joking, laughing, being respected, it was everything he wished real life was. He started the game.
His headphones drowned out all outside noise, leaving only the sound of the game, letting him escape into a world where he could rule, where he was king. He practiced for hours, evermore removed from the world he despised, floating through the Internet as a God, respected and liked, it was all he wished for.
It is 8 am. The debate begins. This time school was not so fortunate. The boy removes his anxiety, the proposition of dealing with real people had shaken him, settling himself, reassured that he would not have to leave his computer. He sat at his chair, moving little for the rest of the day. Sleep began to grab hold. The boy could feel the warm pull of his bed drawing him away from the world he loved. He had a solution. The kitchen was deserted, the remnants of a family meal still lingered, unnoticed by the boy, who scuttled towards the kettle. He had his elixir.
He hadn't slept, and as the sun light filtered through the curtains, he was filled with confidence. He felt strangely empty, void, in a state of non existence. He couldn't concentrate. It was 9 am. He arrived at school. His friends hadn't seen him in 2 days, but were unworried, he was often unseen. Today was a repetition of many, his new confidence in social places would do little to repair the broken relationships. He found himself alone, wishing he had stayed in his world. Teachers began to ask him questions, his insecurities and fears began to rush back as the caffeine wear off. He wished harder. He was distant, having little to converse, bad company. As he sat alone, surrounded by people, he began to dream of things could be. He was popular. The girl who he thought he might love, she adored him. His friends, who with he barely speaks, are loyal trustworthy individuals. He stares at the clock. It is 3:20pm. He walks home.
This night repeats as the last. The next night continues the same way. The boy falls ever deeper into his game. The family are worried. The boys barely washes, his room filled with stale food, dirty cups, cigarette buts, used clothes. His real friends are gone. His Internet friends become the only source of social interaction. The clock begins to move faster, with every turn of the hand the boy is drawn every further from the real world. The boy is a man.
He sits in his chair, alone. His eyes glazed, as the game entertains his lonely soul. He thinks nothing of the child hood he wasted, of the opportunities he missed. The game takes over now. His only source of happiness.
Now i just need to write a commentary =o(((.
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