Phoenix Whip

Your vision becomes cloudy as if you were watching through a steamy window; your temples beat under the pressure and stress coming from the damn subliminal children's show, reading or even hearing the holo news is an agony.

Your little chubby fingers are convulsively shaking, creaking like a rattle and struggling to write on the holo keyboard. You keep going on letter by letter, enduring the weight of the world on your shoulders,
as you battle against the compulsion of the subliminal message.

Finally, you manage to finish, raising your head with pride to read the search results on the holographic screen.

"What the heck!" escapes from your mouth at the surprise in front of you appears in bold letters what you really have typed:

We are watching you, boy. Patience is a virtue; the castles need strong foundations.

Your androids appear around you in attack position while pointing at you the sinister beam of their blaster's cannon.

"Oh, shit. I am fucked!" You yell, just before being turned into a vaporized goo over the marble tiles.

See you, in the next respawn.
End Of Story