“Your choices are going to affect how this game progresses.” Zombies clamored at the open gate, innocence splattered the white picket fence, and the almost-digital narrator impatiently continued. “This is the tutorial level so you have room to practice.” The angry farmer threw down the odd weapon. “This isn’t a game! This is real life! I’m going to bed.” Zombies charged mercilessly. They were overtaken. “That’s fine. You won’t make it for long. I’ll help.”
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Three zombies rushed forward with words over their heads. Others lingered.
“Well, you’ll need to pick up that gun and fight, Khoutas. The Orthographimancer won’t allow you to be lazy. OK. Now type out the word “NOT” to kill that zombie.”
Another zombie rushed forward, knocked the farmer down, and began chewing.
“You were too slow. Hit the Backspace key then type “GONNA” to prevent that zombie from killing you.” By the time the farmer did this, his feet were gnawed off.
“Oh, that’s too bad. Just keep on going. You’re still alive.”
The mysterious man turned back around to continue firing. Before typing “UNMOTIVATED” to kill one zombie, he was overtaken by ten others, and his skin was ripped off. Bloody confetti.
“That’s not good. Fortunately I have a backup skin. Not much…”
A stranger man, dressed in what was almost a superhero costume, appeared between the two. The strange man collapsed in a pool of blood. There was a flash of light.
“What? This was in the codebase assets. Probably a joke skin.”
Of all the incredible events currently happening, the zombies rushing forward and the keyboard guns that shot letters instead of bullets, seeing a man transfer bodies nonchalantly was the weirdest.
The now superhuman character typed “F,” “I,” “G,” “H,” and “T.”
Between pressing the Space key to fire the letter bullets and killing that zombie, twenty zombies rushed the programmer with a backup skin, and started gnawing on their next victim.
“That’s too bad. No more backups. You’re on your own now.”
The narrator went out in a blaze of glory, typing three words before having his arms ripped off, and typing an additional word with his foot before succumbing to injuries.
The farmer attempted to continue. He was too much in shock.
Five zombies finished the job. They ripped apart the farmer and completely depleted his health bar. A flash of red light drowned out the zombies, the dead bodies, and farmhouse.
You see an impressionistic scenic background and text. Your score was 91.
You see a text field, cursor next to the words “your name,” and a “send score” button. You type your name, Marcel Jean-Luc Pierre Anri Klavier, and click the button.
You scroll down and see your name toward the list’s bottom.
“That was fun,” you say, as you stretch. “Let me try that again, but this time, let me see what happens if I play the Story Mode.” You click “Continue.”
“This is the tutorial level-”
You type furiously.