Cyber

[[This is a companion fluff story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.]]

I couldn't believe it.

I had just had one of the greatest days in my life, saving a porn forager and gotten a tidy reward of goddam FILM, not jhust pictures, the sound intact and everything. I was heading back to my old Fort, /eshd/, an old conglomerate trading area, to get some fucking hard cash.

Then... Then I saw it. No, sorry, It. It was surrounded by a weird aura of nothing. Not darkness, nothing, as if space around it simply ceased to exist. If I had to describe the damn thing... damn it, I hate describing it, but someone always fucking askes. It looked like a chessboard, with numbers drawn on the squares. Tiny wars were happening on it's surface, little mushroom clouds.

And I said, in disbelief, "You shouldn't exist. You... you're fiction! You're from a fucking movie, damnit!"

And it replied: "WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME?"