Button woke with a groan as his alarm went off, rolling out of bed just before the axe would have struck him, and allowing it to slay his sheets and mattress instead. Grumbling and rubbing his eyes, he made his way to the desk in the corner of his room and grabbed his GameColt.
Sitting on the floor at the end of his bed, he loaded up Defenders of Humgonia and sat down to try and grind for the last few rare drops he hadn’t acquired yet.
No matter what it was he was supposed to be doing. No matter who wanted him dead. No matter why. If everything he did wound up in defeat, he knew how to deal with that.
A gamer’s civil disobedience: refusing to follow the plot hook.
And so he sat, for a few hours, until he began to notice a strange smell in the air.
“What the?”
Apparently a gas line had come loose in the kitchen.
“Oh, for Luna’s sake…”
It was only a matter of time before something sparked the explosive gas, sending Button’s home up in a giant fireball, and reducing him and everything he owned to ash and cinders.
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