My eyes open- my lenses seem full and blurry with a dark purple haze. Slowly blinking, I began to wonder where I was and what I could see. A chilling breeze hits me like a gush of fresh peppermint air does after your daily skeletal cleansing.
The pit in my stomach deepens. That empty feeling of sudden danger and helplessness overcomes me. I stand coldly on a balcony overlooking the subway beneath.
I realize I am wearing a torn black hoodie with a chunky leather belt carrying all sorts of weapons.
Who the hell am I? Kim Possible or something?
Blink. I put my lens into focus, and suddenly a loading screen materializes in front of me. A robotic female voice echoes in the quiet. "Level 1, The Subway". Blink, it disappears.
I shake my head. There is no way in hell that this could be happening.
When I eventually compose myself and my vision clears up, I can drink in the purple-lit city. But this is not an ordinary city. It is a system full of complex pixelation, morse code, square blocks, and bold neon lights covered by a wash of gloomy grey that transcends across the rainy night sky. It surrounds me.
I am not on earth.
I am in a combat survival game.
"Uh-oh. You seem dazed," I try to tell myself. I can't focus. "Am I really in a game?" I wonder. I stare blankly at a wall, frozen. Deep intense music starts playing. As if something catastrophic is going to suddenly happen. “Am I in Jumanji?" That awful empty feeling intensifies.
Peering over the edge, I see- oh, shit. Two guys are going at each other in the middle of the subway entrance as if they have nothing better to do.
It’s like looking is a risk you’d take just to save your life. Wait – how is looking keeping me alive? It’s a sign of inevitable doom that awaits you. Bang! A blazing gun roar echoes in the street.
At this moment, I knew I was no longer who I used to be.
I teleport my way to the crime. Why? I have no idea. Maybe I could help or something.
A man lay before me, wounded and bleeding out. That blood looks too real.
“Someone, help me!” I yell, hoping someone will hear me. Anyone.
And someone did.
"Enemy detected,” the robotic female voice says while revealing the silhouette of this creature. I pause – everything stands still.
Yep, this indeed was the catastrophic event that was about to unveil, I think.
“3, 2, 1! Begin combat!” The voice booms.
Here goes nothing, I think nervously. I pick up a gun, my grip tightening onto this small handheld gun. Please don't let me drop it.
I aim, shoot, fire – and miss.
“Try again,” I tell myself. I aim, shoot, fire, and miss. Again.
If this were the moment to die, this moment would be it.
This was indeed my new life mission. To save the world.