Zayn gasps as he sees Niall's dead body, sprawled out on the bed. Blood covering the wall and the bed sheets.
He tries to hold in his tears but the longer he looks at it, the more the tears flow out.
"Oh, Harry!" Liam sings.
Master Potato comes into being with nothing but the clothes on his back and the bossy voice in his head that seems to control his actions and delights in making him jump everywhere. Can one character make sense of a world where he isn't in control and reconcile the Player that dictates his every move?
This silly little story was written for a competition that had a WoW theme. I don't play WoW, but I picked a random LP and went with it.