You wipe the blood off your goggles with your white lab coat (or it used to be white). You look down at the blood-covered crowbar in your hand, and say ¨How in the heck did you do all that damage?¨ It just amazes you how a little piece of bent metal can do all that. You put your goggles up on your head and look down to see your covered in blood.
¨Jeez, how did all that blood come from one horde?¨ You say.
¨One horde of what?¨ you hear behind you. You turn to look behind you and look up the hill. Out of the dark grey sky you can make out a figure, a girl, your sister!
¨what are you doing here?!¨ you say.
¨Woah, what are those things?¨ she says.
¨Elves, and angry ones at that, dead ones, but angry none the less.¨you say.
¨shhh, what was that?¨ says your sister shhhhhhhhhhhhing! you see a MASSIVE sword come thru her head. Then a cold sharp pain across your neck. you have been killed, your neck slit. GAME OVER. big words appear across the screen. you take of your vr headset and turn to your sister sitting next to you on the couch.
¨Wanna play again?¨ you ask with a smile.
¨Sure!¨ she says. and you play the rest of the day... and night... actually you play for the next two days and die of dehydration. the end
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Crowbars
Short StoryThis is my first attempt at writing a story. I wrote this for a school project and got a b-. enjoy