Gaming: My Nindo

An obvious choice

I wasn't a saint...neither was I a creep too. I was simply a guy who lived his life and made mistakes too. I was born an orphan in a cruel world where money was everything and those born without it were doomed to a life of suffering.

I entered highschool through welfare coz I was pretty smart. Foolishly I thought I was on the fast track to life. My first day in class a Samuel (a hater who knew me from primary) spread word that I was a kid on welfare and that was how my highschool experience went to shit.

I got bullied for being the poor kid and they gave me nicknames like 'the leach' as if I was a parasyte who got there because of pity when I had busted my ass off honing my brains to get there.

The guys did their best to beat the crap out of me but anticipating such a situation I picked up martial arts as a self defense mechanism...I stress this self defense.

The girls were especially cruel because they didn't need to actually do anything to me to actually destroy me...they gave me looks of disgust as if simply breathing the same air as them was an attack on their personal safety.

As you may have already concluded I was a loner. This as a result of being a kid on welfare in a school of a bunch self entitled rich pricks who felt I was somehow dragging down the school name just for being less fortunate.

I had a really fucked up life and had nowhere in reality to find escape and happiness thus my source of consolation came from the imaginary. I fell in love with anime. Anime seemed to be able to capture my basest emotions be it the disparity such as that of Kaneki Ken in Tokyo Ghoul... The fear that was a constant in anime like Mirai Nikki and the futility that Saitama faced regardless of how dope he really was, people still made him out to be a villain.

It wasn't all negative I'll have you know because I found myself possessing a great determination to prove myself and become the greatest that ever lived like most shounen MC's that is Ash, Luffy, Natsu, Aster and of course Izuku. The underdogs.

But there was no story that resonated deeply within my heart  such as that of the greatest hero to have ever been written, Naruto Uzumaki. His story practically got me through each day. I believed like him that I would become the president due to my efforts in school however it was not to be.

Highschool life was a bust up till my fourth year ( based on African school system where highschool is 6 years before "A" level caps it off) when it came to an unfortunate end.

I had managed to finally get a teacher on my side. She was my favourite science teacher Ms Zoe Kovats. She constantly pushed me onward and supported me and I felt I had a friend as she wasn't that much older than my 16 since she was 28.

Once again Samuel doomed me. He started spreading rumours of an inappropriate relationship between us two around the whole school and as my rep with all them was already bad they believed him. She got laid off just because she liked me.

My anger got the best of me then I must admit. I found Samuel and kicked his ass so hard that I broke his right arm. That is how my whole stairway to a successful life came to an abrupt end.

I got expelled and the orphanage which was state run gave up on me entirely. I lost everything and my whole dream became a regret in the end.

And so I found myself climbing stairs to get to the top of a building so that I could end it all. When I got to the top I found two men dressed in black harassing a woman who was screaming to no avail on the high building.

I ran to them and grapped the woman sheilding her behind my back... The two guys jeered at me and took out a weopons. They both had hand knives, the type you slit throats with. They lunged at me and my skills kicked in.

I fought them off, easily dodging one of the guys and round kicking the other. I rained down a flurry of punches on the first guy, landing one in his gut that finally knocked him out.... While I was occupied the second guy got up and rushed at me and stabbed me in the back. The pain was sharp and loud but I blocked it out and turned around grabbing him by his free hand and I twisted it and broke it. He screamed like a man possessed...and I kicked him where the sun don't shine. He crumbled to the floor.

I turned to the woman who was staring mouth opened at me and reassured her that it was all good but as I made to move torwards her, I fell face first to the floor. I had lost a lot of blood due to the knife wound. The woman who I now realised was only a girl about three years older than me came to me and cried that she'd get help. I stopped her and asked that she not let me die alone. She got on her knees and held my head to her chest and I died in her arms as her tears fell on my face.

Now here I was...standing before the Creator of my messed up life...the cause it all and He offered me a choice. A choice that was kinda sketchy but regardless of that my answer was determined the moment I heard it. Because it really was an obvious choice.