PewDiePie: The Fighter of YouTube

Chapter 1: White Card

   "My train should be here by now." I think to myself. "I hate being late, I have a deadline. I always give myself a deadline."

    I tap my foot as I stand, waiting for my train. My train is never usually late. I guess there really is a first time for everything though. I stop starring at my watch for a moment, and notice, across the tracks is a briefcase. I ignore it, being the good citizen I am. Who am I kidding, I'm in a hurry, I don't have time to snoop. I stare back down at my watch, it's 4:38, the train was supposed to be here eight minutes ago. My curiosity drives me to look back at the briefcase, or maybe my brain just doesn't like me starring at time and thinking about how one day I'll be dead, which has me questioning how much time I have left. Yea, that's probably why my brain told me to look away, none the less, I did, and my eyes took my to the black, slick, leather briefcase. This time it was different, it had a red fist burnt into it. Now I knew I had to go investigate. I checked to make sure my late train would still be late, and not, ironically, hit me. It was indeed nowhere in sight. I then proceeded to check across the tracks to make sure no one was close to the briefcase, and that's when it dawned on me. The train station was empty, no one was in sight.

"Slow day." I said aloud.

I plant both my feet on the ground and stroll on over to the other side of the tracks. I climb up with the light upper body strength I have, and crawl over to the case. I sit on my knees as I rub my hands against the leather. The latches appear to be made of gold, I consider prying them off, but I realize the case would probably be worth more intact. I snap both the latches open, and slowly open the mysterious vault of mystery. I started thinking of all the things that could be inside: money, valuables, drugs, clothes, drugs. None of which were. The only thing that sat at the bottom of the black abyss was a white, rectangular, card, and with my stereotypical cat brain, I reached in and grabbed the card. On the front side, it said, "Sweden," something that sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't pinpoint where. On the back it said, "Wake up, Jordan." My hands started shaking, beads of sweat started rolling down my face, and I dropped the card. I turned around and started running back to my side of the track. As I step onto the track, that's when I heard the horn, and then everything went dark.

That's when I realized it was my goddamn alarm clock going off. I smacked the snooze button, and turned on my radio.

The DJ Kemstar started talking, "Goooood morning, Youbtopia. It's ninety-five degrees outside, and-"

I turn the shit off, never liked the guy. I walk into my bathroom, rip my clothes off like I am in a sexy porno, and hop in the shower. I scrub off the sweat from my nightmare, or dream depending on the way you look at it, death isn't something I would really regret.

I get dressed in my causal white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers. On the front of the t-shirt is a red rounded rectangle with a white play button in the middle. Not sure what it means, I just know it's on every article of clothing sold at any store. It's also our flag, yet, never once in school did we talk about the origin of it, we just rolled with it. Matter-a-fact, the only thing we really talked about our government was that around fifty years ago, our new government conquered the entire planet, and made it one country, Youbtopia. We also learned about a rebellion started by a man named, "PewDiePie." The rebellion fell through though, apparently some of the head rebels had a falling out with one another, and a war started. We were never taught the details, only that the second in command of the rebellion was killed by a hitman trained by PewDiePie, and then the hitman double crossed PewDiePie. After that, it's unclear on what happened. We know the hitman was killed, but PewDiePie was never seen after that, and without someone to lead them, the rebellion fell through. The things I think of while walking to work.