It was the latest version of THE GAME. I knew that I shouldn’t open it on the tube, but I couldn’t help it.
The manual described it in great detail how to move and gain special moves who had what moves and how to combine them in to super moves.
How to steal the moves of the position and their weapons even how to turn them into remote drones.
It was all their, how to build your character choose their voice, types of Armour, it even had practice areas to get good with the wepons.
I was in heaven and couldn’t wait to get home and start up the machine this was going to be an allllll nniigghhttteeerrr a real one. The kind that leaves every nerve twitching and it was all mine.
I changed trains and didn’t even notice it, that is how engrossed I had become in the manual . I was on remote control all the way home, just a rat in it’s favorite run.
I had my game and I was ready to play my heart out. It must have been when I got off the train either at the main station or at my stop I don’t know which. I must have hit my leg on something their was a sharp pain and then nothing even the dull ache that I had meant to get checked out by the quack had gone.
I had the manual and all the documentation I had the box and the warranties but I had no disc.
I took out the newspaper and the office work I checked the inside of the bag as if it held some clue as to where the disc had gone, I went through every pocket turning them inside out, looking this way and that. It was not there I sat down and had a normal evening did the work, had evening meal and setup everything for work in the morning.
No pulling a sickie to cover up, I had even e-mailed the work back to the office and my boss.
Dave down the road had setup his character and text-ed to say that he had started and wanted to know where I was in the realm so that we could join forces. When I told him I’d lost the disc it was like a betrayal. His reply wasn’t what I expected he said check the paper the newspaper. I thought what the hell is he on about I found the paper in the recycling and opened it up the disc flew out and rolled across the floor.
I was in business by 10pm fully loaded with my mates and ready to hammer the opposition. It was going to be an early bank holiday weekend and I had completed all the work I had to do so that nothing and no-one could stop me. I was pulling a sickie, hooked playing like I had never played before it was wonderful I was in their and it was real.
Tuesday 9am my boss said “Where is he, not another of those lame excuses for that computer game thing! I have his work and I want him in by 9am tomorrow morning without fail.”
Two weeks later and the mail, the smell and the fact that I had not been seen meant that the neighbors brought the police round they said to the police “We knew that he liked to play those computer games we just didn’t know how bad it had gotten.”
At the inquest death was caused by DVT blood clots forming in the legs traveling the heart and to other parts of the body caused by excessively long periods sitting in one spot.
“Come On!” said the advertiser “and play the game it’s a real killer.”
