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Prisoned by The Typical

Alright boy, I’m going to tell you something my father told me when I was young: “Act normal”. That’s it, that’s all you gotta do to succeed. Don’t stand out, don’t make strange noises, don’t talk about a random thought you had, don’t joke about your struggles or people will think you’re depressed. Another thing, communicate with your parents. If they care enough about your problems, they’d do something about it. I was lucky to have parents like that, but I was always too afraid to tell them about my problems so I ended up not getting help.

Where you going boy? I still got some wisdom to share, take it as a form of payment for the food. Make sure you got a goal that pays money even if bores you to tears. Trust me, the money is worth it. If I had money I wouldn’t be here full of destructive thoughts, I’d have a way to get back to my hometown, and my wife would still be here…Don’t neglect your family, boy. Remember that your family is there for you. They don’t even have to be related to you to be family. Find friends that go through hell and back just for you. They’ll support you even if what you’re doing seems helpless. They’ll be your very first customers if you ever decide to own a business. That’s it, go into business, learn how to sell things and balance your money! You’d be like the money whisperer! Or…you know…just spend it to please your hobby instead of investing into better things for your future. I bought and collected a lot of dvds, but it’s all gone now thanks to the house fire.

I’m sure you’d miss seeing your parents once you’ll move out. Don’t be embarrassed, I was like that. I used think of my family every day. I got over it after some time and that’s really the solution to a lot of troubles: time. Time is what moves forward no matter who you are, you just have to catch up. Say, there might be some hope for me after all. Hey, are you even listening, boy? Yeah, yeah, go to your momma, she must be worried sick about you. Don’t get close to strangers, don’t be a stranger. Oh, and thank you for the soup! Remember to be polite, it gets you places!

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Under the Blue Moon

My life is full of excitement, everything I do is a shot of adrenaline. I mean that metaphorically of course because I don’t really like needles, but that’s beyond the point. I love the rush I get from playing video games. It gives me a hill willy. My favorite game is Dungeons Under the Blue Moon; a mmo game where all the job classes are warriors from different eras of time. I play it all the time with my friends online. They all live really far away so it’s nice to be connected even if we’ve never met in real life.

I log on to DimChat, and I see Samsara is on. She’s the first one here, nice. Oh, looks like she’s calling me for a video chat, better answer.

“Hey how are you, Sam?”

“Hello Joan! I’m so excited for today!” She said loudly.

Yup, my name is Joan, a plain name for an adventurous girl like myself.

“Whoa now, I don’t want to lose my hearing before you tell me the news.” I say in hopes she lowers that loud voice of hers.

“Oh, sorry, ha ha. It’s just that Robin told me he found someone to join our party in the game. Now we have a chance to beat the Owlguin on the 286thfloor!” She raised her voice again, I flinched for a second there because that last part actually hurt my ears.

“…Really? What’s his class?” I asked.

“Robin told me he’s an Aztec.” Samsara replied.

“Ohhh, a spell casting fighter class I see. Now you can be a full on Tibetan instead of a Yogi.” How intriguing.

This IS exciting news, because leveling up a Yogi was such a hassle. Now we can just have the Aztec guy in the team, and finally beat that stupid Owlguin. The strength of my Dame was enough to take down its armor, but the arrows from Robin’s Holy Roman only staggers it when its armor is down. I had to wait until my skills finished recharging, but it would be too late because the armor would come back. We later found out it’s weak against shadow and fire skills. Samsara took it upon herself to change her class into a Yogi, and level up from 1 to 290 so she could catch up to us. The process was possibly the most irritating thing ever; I’m not exactly a patient person. I see Robin just logged on, and looks like he’s in the middle of a video call with somebody. It must be the Aztec guy.

“Hey look, Robin’s on. You think he’s talking to Pedro?” As Samsara spoke, I was brought back to reality. How long was I deep in thought?

“Peydro is his name? The Aztec guy?” I asked, that name sounds a little foreign for my tongue.

“No, it’s pronounced Peh-dro.” Samsara, you’re too smart for me.

“Well let’s crash his party, come on!”

“Okay!”

I quickly move my mouse to Robin’s name, but a tab opened up to tell me that Robin is calling. I was surprised but I answered without giving it a second thought.

“Heeey~ everyone’s here!” Robin said.

Samsara and I greet Robin, he’s looking chubby today.

“Hey Robin, putting on weight? I told you to lay off the coffee cakes.”

“Shut it Joan, coffee cakes are life! The hypnotizing aroma of cinnamon calls to me.”

“Whatever, where’s Pedro? I see his cam on but he’s not there.” I said.

“Oh, he said he went to deal with some ‘cabrons’ asking for money.”

As he said that, I swear I heard some fireworks coming out of Pedro’s mic along with screams. Just what’s going on?

“You think it’s the debt collectors?” Samsara asked.

“Umm, I think so.” Robin replied.

“Are you sure that’s what it is? Because it sounds a little shady.” I expressed my concern.

I see a figure moving in Pedro’s camera. It looks like a fat woman taking money out a wallet, I’m assuming that’s Pedro’s wallet.

“Madre, que haces en mi cuarto?” I hear a stray voice in the distance.

The fat woman gets scared and hurries out of the room. I wonder what he said to her.

“Ahh, hola, sorry about that. Let’s get to the game.” He commanded.

“Woah, slow down there tiger. Hi, my name is Joan, that’s Samsara. You are?”

“Pedro, I thought Robin told you guys already.”

“Come on, no need to be rude. We’re teammates now!” Samsara loudly explained. Maybe I should lower her mic volume.

“Robin is -mmf- me!” There he goes again, stuffing his face with coffee cakes.

We all log on to DUBM and meet each other at The White Sky Tower, the tower filled with high level monsters. I don’t waste time to transport us directly to the 286th floor.

“Alright Sam, stay in the back and cast altruism on me. Robin, use your bomb arrows to kill the minions that come out of its stomach. Pedro, what skills do you have?”

“Uhh, I have 'Xiuhte’, 'Chalchu’, 'Huitzilopo’, 'Tezcatli’, and 'Quetzal’.”

“Wow, I’m surprised you have all those skills. Just use the fire skill when the Owlguin’s shield is broken.”

“Right!” Pedro exclaimed.

Not a second later, the dreaded Owlguin shows its adorable looking face to us, but I won’t let it fool me. I hear laughter in my headset; who’s laughing?

“Hahahaha, is that it?!” Pedro seems to think it’s funny.

“Trust me, dude, it’s stronger than it looks!” Robin exclaimed.

“Look out!” I yelled.

The Owlguin swung at us with its goofy looking talon-claws. That depleted all our health, and now we’re back in the main hub.

“Damn it! I had a marker on that area.” I said.

“So? Just take us back to the front of that tower.” Said Pedro.

“What are you talking about? When you die you can’t go back to your saved spot. We have to walk all the way there again!” I said angrily.

“Alright, let’s calm down, we could walk there again. It’s no problem, we’ll even rent a pterodactyl to fly us there.” Said Samsara.

“Samsara the problem solver.” Said Robin.

“Yes I am!” Samsara loudly replied.

“We go, Joan.” Said Pedro.

“You will call me 'Arc Bishop’ until we beat the Owlguin. After that, you may call me Joan.” I coldly replied.

We tried to beat the Owlguin a second time, but Pedro was off his keyboard making a sandwich; damn it Pedro. We tried to beat the Owlguin a third time, but Pedro was arguing with his mom about the missing money in his wallet, wherever it went. Damn it, Pedro. We tried to beat the Owlguin a fourth time, but Pedro was watching porn on a different tab. I saw a teenage boy masturbate for the first time today. It was an image I would rather see when I’m older; damn it, Pedro. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!

“Damn it, Pedro!”

“Get your shit together man!” Said Robin.

“…I’m going to find you and hang you from a tree.” Said Samsara.

“That’s a bit too far there, Sam.” Said Robin.

“Look guys, it’s just a game, there’s nothing at stake here.” Said Pedro.

I notice Pedro’s Aztec has a strange name over his head, 'Reynaldo’.

“Reynaldo?” I questioned.

“Yeah, it’s the name of the guy I bought this account off of.” He answered.

“Robin…where did you meet Pedro?”

“In the main hub; he was asking me how to play.” Replied Robin

“…Welp, its bed time.” Immediately, Pedro logged out.

“Wait, come back you-!” He left before I got a chance to go off on him. I had all this pent up anger just waiting to burst out.

“Maybe we should go.” Suggested Samsara.

“Yeah, I’ll just switch my class to aztec and level up by myself. That way I’d be of more use to you guys.” Replied Robin.

“…It’ll be faster if you were fighting high level monsters. I’ll handle all the fighting while you sponge up the growth.” I said

“Great idea!” I flinched because that was especially loud, even for Sam.

Sam continued, “We don’t need some jerk’s help, we got each other!”

“Yeah we do!” I replied. “You guys are awesome teammates.”

I say my goodbyes, and log out. When Pedro said it was just a game, it took me back to my older brother when he would beat me at Final Tear. I was so angry, but all that anger would melt away when he said, “It’s just a game. Don’t take it so seriously.” Maybe I should mellow down, then I’d have a cool head and finally beat that Owlguin.

A look outside my window and I see strawberry seeds flying in the air. I look down and see my dad’s trying to fix his banana car. Looks like the problem was a celery in the potassium engine.

“A world where fruit is technology. Heh, I wonder how Sam and Robin’s dimensions are.”

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