Glitchworld
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He needed to get a girlfriend, actually and for real. Preferably someone who wouldn’t mind when he caved to Musky and came in for a Saturday of warming a desk chair. Or maybe one psycho enough to call him up and scream at him enough to let him stay home.
Somedays he felt like he might cry– but then he’d look at Brett’s big stupid rich face and remember the job market. Brett knew he could bully him. He was just a scrawny white boy with a mop of red hair and freckles peppered over a near-sighted big-nosed face and finding a job in this economy was hard enough without looking like some reject of humanity - which he did. But it wasn’t a big deal today. His gaze washed over the billionaire’s fat face and the one crazed eye (the other was quite clinically sane) and he felt assured.
Tonight, if that phone call I got meant anything at all, I am finally going to give him his comeuppance.
The caller had promised either a king’s ransom or the chance to put the fat ass behind bars. It’d be a tremendous humiliation on “The Muskyteer”, and if he blackmailed the bastard hard he’d finally have a chance to play through the ultimate game.
His boss seemed to realize that there was nothing on Brian’s desk to work on, and he sighed, lurching off in his Frankensteinian gait to his office through the dusky interior of the unlit cubicled workroom to browse through his make-work files. Brian could hear him rifling through the manila folders and crisp white documents. He looked down at the floor and daydreamed. His vision went to the “YouStreamIt” videos - the perfect game, real life, real setting, Prestige Gaming. He imagined himself atop a snowy mountain. Bolts of thunder and lightning crashed down about him, his robes dark and his eyes glowing red with the sort of evil that inspires one to drop all that they have and retreat in terror. He imagined an NPC of Musky screaming as his skin melted off and his glasses ran through the muck, dragging bloody trenches.
And then I’d make the bastard my zombie butler.
Brett shuffled papers more loudly in his office, then clumped back out on his smudged black dress shoes. “Would you look at that? Looks like there’s absolutely nothing there to be done.”
“So I can go then?” Brian asked, his voice heavy with hope.
Brett’s lip curled up into a condescending smile. “Only if you want to lose your job. Grab up some office manuals. Study. You check out when I check out and I’m not going to be checking out for a long while.”
Oh I think you will be after tonight. Enjoy this, you monster. Enjoy your bully session with good old Brian. Because it’s going to be your last one . . .
About the Authors
Damien is a writer, a gamer and an educator. He lives in Gimpo-Si, South Korea with his wife and son. He likes to meet up with friends and roll dice whenever the opportunity presents itself and is the author of the little read and barely loved novel, How to Be an Adventurer.
Nolan Locke is also a huge nerd, and has been into DnD, 7th Sea, Shadowrun, Rifts, Ninjas & Superspies, Furry Kingdoms, Blades in the Dark, Star Wars, Aethermarked, Kids on Bikes, Blimpleggers and others, since around 1992. Only some of those are made up games. He enjoys playing and GM-ing pretty equally, which is conclusive proof that he’s not a made up human.
Not coincidentally, he also lives just outside Seoul, Korea with his wife and son.
But he’s totally a separate person, who exists.
Books By This Author
How to Be an Adventurer
The start of Yenrab Attistab and his quest to be an adventurer.
MoyaMoya - A Short Story (Rise and Rescue 1)
Dean Hanson has a stroke and battles for his life.
Wayward Wayne - A Short Sotry (Rise and Rescue 2)
Wayne did something naughty and now the Game Master is going to make him pay.