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The next morning, Elias's roommate found the room empty. The laptop was a melted husk of plastic and silicon on the desk. On the screen, etched permanently into the dead pixels, was a single, flickering image: a bonfire, finally lit, burning with a flame that looked suspiciously like a human soul.
He moved the character forward. The controls felt heavy, like he was dragging his own limbs through water. He reached the first fog gate, but instead of a boss, he found a mirror.
His laptop began to heat up. The fan screamed, a high-pitched mechanical wail that sounded like a dying animal. The screen bled red, the "YOU DIED" message appearing over and over, stacking until the words were illegible. The next morning, Elias's roommate found the room empty
The screen went black. The laptop died with a final, pathetic spark.
On the screen, his character—the one with his face—finally reached a bonfire. It knelt and reached out a hand. As the character touched the sword in the embers, Elias felt a searing heat in his own palm. He moved the character forward
When he launched the game, there was no intro cinematic. No talk of Ancient Dragons or the First Flame. He was simply there . He stood in the Undead Asylum, but it wasn't the game he had seen in trailers. The walls weren't stone; they were composed of flickering, distorted lines of code. The sky wasn't overcast; it was a void of static.
Elias was gone. He had finally prepared to die, and in the world of the "free," the price had been exactly what he had. If you’d like more stories like this, tell me: Should the next one be more or action-heavy ? His laptop began to heat up
Elias reached for the power button, but his hand stopped. He couldn't move. His muscles were locked, his joints stiffening as if turning to stone—or perhaps, to ash.