MrBoness

-- WSA 2025 Entry --

“Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”
As the countdown towards the new year went on to the last second, Miles looked up to the sky, just as everybody else did.

In the middle of the crowded street, Miles for once felt like he belonged. Being a teenage gamer, living with his parents, and trying to build a life as a streamer, he did not feel like leaving his room every day.

But there, in the middle of that crowded street, with everyone around him paying attention to the sky, the countdown on the digital billboard, and mostly anything else but him., Miles felt like a ghost.

A welcomed ghost, but a ghost, after all.

With a smile on his unseen face, he looked up as the countdown reached one, and everybody sang in unison.
‘HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

But Miles’ eyes widened as he watched in utter horror, and curiosity, even, hovering above him, a holographic screen with a few lines of text written in it.

All around him, although he did not pay much attention to it, a few other people seemed to experience the same situation.

[Updating home-world 39515’s version]

[Version 20.25 update brings a lot of fun and games with the new and improved survival mode]

[Do you want to convert your previous avatar to home-world 39515’s latest version?]

[Yes] [No]

“Survival… Mode?” Miles’ lips quivered.

Before he could think of anything else, though, the people around him began to scream…

Mad Hatter's Guide to Clearing The Game

The Revenant lunged, and Miles barely had time to react before its many limbs blurred toward him, moving faster than anything that size should be capable of.

Instinct screamed at him to move, and he threw himself backward just as a serrated claw slammed into the ground where he had stood a split second ago, sending metal shards and dust flying.

The air burned. A static hum crackled around the Revenant's form, distorting the space near it.

Kurt moved before Miles could fully recover, his knives flashing as he closed the distance. He wasn't aiming for deep wounds, no.

He knew better than that by now. Instead, his blades danced along the Revenant's outstretched limbs, aiming for the joints, slicing through the thin webbing of metallic chitin that connected its unnatural extensions.

Ch98. Pain as a teacher (22) - It speaks