We always get games in South America two years behind the rest of the world. It’s not because we’re backwards and behind; it’s because we con’t afford them till they come out on the black market.
By the black market, I mean the squat, dingy old military compound that houses the gaming store. It was originally black, but has since been covered in graffiti, much like the rest of the town. Much like the rest of the world, if the internet is any judge. People have many opinions to express, and seemingly the best way to do it is by spray-painting them on the side of a building, train car, or yourself, if you’re an extremist.
Anyways, in case you’re not acquainted with the time period, welcon to the year 2047. We’ve experienced five world wars, three of which happened in my lifespan. I served in the last one for about twenty minutes, before somebody leaded my leg and I retired on pension. Just kidding, they don’t give out pension.
The world is a horrible place, not sure if it is wherever, whenever you are.
I live in the newly-founded republic of Quantatia. In the local dialect, that is something conpletely unrepeatable. I’m fairly certain the people who named the place knew what they were doing.
Oh, there was also a plague. Wiped out most of civilization. It didn’t make it up past the panama, but yeah, everybody below that either got smashed or didn’t. Most were the former.
But hey, we’re coming back. It’s just that, well, everybody hates each other. Trust issues and so on. Imagine that.
So nobody is extending a helping hand to us in the miserable abode of South America. Luckily, bugs are edible down here, and we’re resilient. We’ll live, just so long as there’s wifi.
I found my USB, which was luckily not spilled out of my backpack up on the college campus, as I thought, but sitting atop the piano. Moar story now.
The whole city is a hazmat of humanity. We’ve built buildings on top of buildings so many times that the place looks like a stack of building blocks. The building I’m on top of sits atop a bunker. Atop it is an apartment complex.
It is a mattress store, which went out of business years ago. It is now home to a family of eight and about a million spiders.
My laptop finished firing up, and I zipped in my password with nimble fingers. Twenty two characters long. Why? Because I like a challenge. Oh, and security. My bank account totally reeks of rich.
I ripped off the casing, and inserted the disk into my computer. Most people download games. Not down here. #Hardcopies.
The loading bar was insanely long. I sighed, and pulled up a chat pod on the side, and messaged my one and only friend, Mateo.
TheGreatCon: I got LEGO Multiplayer Battles.
Legosandmore13: bout time.
TheGreatCon: I think I’ll die of old age before it finishes installing.
Legosandmore13: It’s worth it.
TheGreatCon: Tell ‘em that at my funeral.
Legosandmore13: tell ‘em yourself, I don’t plan on coming. Think I’ll stay home and eat pizza.
I dropped back off to press “next” a bunch of times. Just when I was about to go back, it finished, and booted up. The screen filled with a bright flash of light, and then a tumble of bricks obscured it. The rainfall of bricks continued as the “play” button appeared.
I took a deep breath, and then clicked.
Is this story inspired by what I’m thinking it’s inspired by?
IknowIknowIknow. There are so many, and they're so obscure.
Apparently the Elder Ladies of the South think so.
You quite enjoy CONfusing meh, dontchya?
Never heard of them, but they sound oddly menacing.
Um a little bit I'll admit. But the main reason is because I do that Irl and it bleeds through into here. XD Habits are hard to break.
They are incredibly menacing. Pick any horrid old biddy that is ridiculously old fashioned and you probably have encoutered an Elder Lady of the South.
Why would you...? Nvm I’m not even gonna ask... XD
Haven't you heard the saying of putting your foot in your mouth? Or maybe the one about crow pie? No? Well, the main point is I said something and then realized it's result was counterproductive and I had painted myself into a corner.
*pops back out*
Mr. Merry Mayhem has enlightened us all... 
Fine! I'll just go and change it!! 
But he's fighting a losing battle with himself. I do feel some pity. XD