WRETCHED PRESENTS
A moment in life where I died a little inside
Wretched walked down the halls, as he did every day. Certainty shrowded his face. He knew where he was going, like every day. He was comfortable this way, but comfort shouldn't have been a way of life. Every face walked past him as he walked past every door of the school. The people were faceless, the walls, empty, the doors, dim. He walked his normal route to english class, but, for some reason, he stopped. His head had been towards the ground the entire time. He raised his head. He felt a feeling inside... A feeling that was not right. He looked to his right. It was just a blank wall. He looked to his left.
A poster, one with a red of nightmares, could be seen to the right of a door. Wretched scanned it and shrugged it off, until he saw his girlfriend on the poster. Peach. That cheating b****. What a w****. He was used to it. She was always in another castle right after she visited his. But... What really struck Wretched was the fact that another familiar face loomed on the poster. The bane of his existence. Marth. And the reason for his existence. Captain Falcon. Ambivalence consumed him. What was this?
Wretched, recognizing these faces, ran to the poster immediately. There were many pictures. Some of Master Chief, some others generic video game characters... This was a poster for video game club, but why did it have melee characters on it? Wretched needed answers, so he lifted his head up from its usual level and stared at the wall above the poster. He tore it off without a single expression. He looked at the poster... Room 230. He looked straight up. The door said 230.
Wretched walked into the room with a courage he had never felt before. The teacher looked familiar.
"Who are you?" Asked Wretched.
"I am the person you have been looking for. Are you interested in the videogame club?"
"Do you guys play Smash Brothers?"
"HEY!" Shouted a voice from behind Wretched. Wretched turned around. A group of five underclassmen stood at the entrance of the door. The one in the center, the only one who dared to speak, was short and stubby. He had small hands and arms but his body was very round. "Do you play Super Smash Bros? Only the most elite players can be in this club. It is member only"
They knew this face meant "Yes, I do play Smash Bros."
"Melee?" Asked Wretched.
"Of course, Brawl is terrible," They responded. Wretched felt an odd happiness that hadn't consumed him for about six months.
"Who do you use?" inquired Wretched, who knew only satisfaction could come from inside of him.
One of the other underclassmen jutted out from the crowd of them and crossed his arms. He was tall, and his face was stricken with a sickening anger. "WHO DO YOU THINK OUR BEST PLAYER USES? TOP TIERS ONLY YOU FRICKEN NOOB,"
"Marth? Fox? Falco?" Wretched could only ask. A huge roar of laughter came from the crowd.
"I ALREADY KNOW YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET IN YOU FRICKIN NOOB. ELITES ONLY."
"Falcon?" Wretched had no idea who else he could ask. They certainly couldn't be good enough to have a top tier Jiggs player, yet another roar of laughter came from the crowd.
The stumpy underclassman stepped forward again. Or was he an underclassmen? He could have been 25, for all Wretched knew. He was looking back at the crowd and still snickering. He finally stopped and the crowd stopped with him. "I use Kirby, noob. Kirby is top tier. Don't you even know that rolling with him is the most effective tactic in the game?"
Wretched had died a bit inside. He knew that these players could never be. He knew that this coming friday, he would have to attend the club and take all of their moneys, but that didn't give him satisfaction. The damage had already been done. Wretched knew he couldn't tell them of their foolishness, so instead he claimed "Of course." Wretched then asked when and where he could try out for the crew of the 3L173z. He wished, silently, that in a few moments they would be like "Just kidding," but that moment never came. Wretched has not slept since, because the part of him that died is what drove him to live life, and now he could only drift through it, mindlessly, for he had been scarred.
But real talk, after that beautiful story, I should tell you guys that I'm going to MM them all tomorrow and I'm not going to join the club. I'm going to take their moneys and never talk to them again.