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

<p>The Hatter was in the middle of serving an invisible – inexistent – guest some more tea when he heard Miles' words, and as soon as he spoke them, the Hatter's hands froze, the black liquid that was supposed to be the main drink of that grotesque tea party overflowing from the tiny, pristine white porcelain cup.</p>

<p>The Hatter's face turned immediately toward Miles, but it was not a quick motion. It felt to Miles as though the Hatter's face moved frame by frame, countless of Miles' face motioning from the first stage of movement to the last. So slow, so nauseating, that Miles had to force his stomach to stay strong against the violent sense of vertigo that assaulted him.</p>

Ch105. Pain as a teacher (29) - Offer