Game Over. Final Score: 37,584 pts.
Huh, that's odd, I thought as I looked into the darkness. I thought when people died, they were supposed to see a bright light. Well at least it wasn't completely dark, I thought as I stared again at the words in front of my face. Game Over, what the hell could it mean? And why did that score look so familiar? "Does this mean that it was all just a game?" I said aloud to no one. I got up and the words moved from right in front of my face to just barely noticeable at the top right of my vision. Wherever I looked those words would hang there. Game Over. Final Score: 37,584 pts. And still I had no idea what it meant. Or what it was about the score that looked so familiar.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash. When my eyes finally recovered, I saw that it wasn't just me here... wherever I was supposed to be. Instead, there was thousands, maybe even tens of thousands. People spread out across a white room that seemed to stretch out forever. It was actually amazing I didn't manage to bump into anyone as I was wandering in the darkness.
As I turned to survey the landscape, my eyes naturally focused on one man just a short walk away. A man in a white robe and long hair, sandals on his feet. An aura radiated from him, one of warmth and peace.
"Hello," he said, spreading his arms wide to welcome all of us, "Welcome my brothers and sisters. I am - "
"Dude, are you fucking Jesus Christ!" shouted a man next to me. I elbowed him in the ribs, hoping that I could get at least one extra point for prodding anyone who interrupted Jesus.
The man scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed by the sudden outburst. "Yes, as I was saying. I am Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior, and welcome to my kingdom," he said.
"When do we restart?," another man shouted several feet away. A murmur went up all around us as everyone else who felt the same way made their voices heard as well.
Jesus turned in a circle, slowly as if to take in everyone around him. "Um, you don't. You all died. There is no going back." He chuckled slightly to himself. "Don't you think if it were so easy to just restart, more people would've already done it?"
"Then why give us a Game Over screen if there is no way to restart?!" someone shouted from the other side of the room. The crowd erupted again.
At that point, Jesus just smiled and shrugged. "Honestly, I thought I was being clever. You see, the truth is we decided long ago to hold off Judgement for everyone until The End. So basically everyone who has ever died needed someplace to wait until it was all over. Kind of like a holding pen. We decided it would be more comfortable if you spent the time someplace ... familiar. Those who spent a lot of time in church get to wait outside some giant gates. Alcoholics spent it in a bar. Workaholics spent the time working. I was actually the one who thought up the idea of giving those who spent so much of their lives in these video games the Game Over screen."
Everyone stood silent, stunned. I had no idea what everyone else was thinking, but I know my inner voice was screaming. We hadn't been judged yet! I thought, I thought I had made it, but there was still a chance to be tortured for the rest of eternity. Did the points have anything to do with this? Did I have enough to get me in?
After a couple of seconds, Jesus clapped his hands together. "Well, let's have everyone line up now for judgment." Unsteadily, everyone began to form into something like a line in front of Jesus. One by one, someone would step forward and the two of them would speak for a bit before the judged moved forward and disappeared, to where though I have no idea.
And, step by step I moved closer and closer, still trying to figure out what it was about my final score that would decide where I go. My final score, I thought, it's got to be from a video game I've played. Think, think. And then it came to me. It was the last score I had on ____! That's basically the average! I've got to get in based on that score. I let out a breath of relief.
The man who first interrupted Jesus's welcoming speech stepped forward. They spoke for a minute before the man became animated, waving his arms in the air and stomping his feet. "But I've got over 700,00 points! What do you mean I can't get in?!" This went on for a couple more minutes before the man moved forward and disappeared the same way hundreds had before.
Over 700,000 points! How the hell was I supposed to get in if I didn't even have a tenth of what he had. I looked forward to see that I was only a couple of spots away now. Was it even possible to get that high of a score in _? Another step forward. I don't think I've even heard of any even scoring above 60,000 points. Another step forward. If it's not _ that he scored in, then how do our scores in different games determine if we get in or not? Another step forward. Perhaps our proficiency in the game itself was what we were judged upon?
Another step forward. "So, my son, what was your final score?" Jesus said, a smile upon his face.
I smiled back. "37,584," I said, "but points don't matter, does it?"
Jesus smiled. "Of course not," he said as he embraced me in a hug, "it's never about how much you've accumulated, but what you do with it."
To be perfectly honest, that was painful to write. Oh, trust me, I know it's bad. Definitely not up to the quality I expect from myself, but it's actually been a long time since I've written a story. I was doing so well too. I think I just got lazy for a while and then this past week, just as I was trying to get back into it, I got sick and couldn't concentrate on anything. But I've been told that if you want to write, then you have to write... and it's going to be bad. Terrible even. But that's just how it goes. Anytime you try to do something it's going to suck and it's going to suck for a while, for a long while and hopefully it gets better. Anyways, this was based off of the Reddit Writing Prompt "You die, but instead of going to Heaven you see the words, "Game Over" and your final score". To be honest, at the time, I was seeing a lot of these types of prompts and I thought they were stupid, but I finally gave in and wrote something for it. As you can see it really is just a bare bones, outline type story. There could be so much added to it, but I just don't want to do it. Well, that's enough of that, hopefully my next story is a lot better.
Huh, that's odd, I thought as I looked into the darkness. I thought when people died, they were supposed to see a bright light. Well at least it wasn't completely dark, I thought as I stared again at the words in front of my face. Game Over, what the hell could it mean? And why did that score look so familiar? "Does this mean that it was all just a game?" I said aloud to no one. I got up and the words moved from right in front of my face to just barely noticeable at the top right of my vision. Wherever I looked those words would hang there. Game Over. Final Score: 37,584 pts. And still I had no idea what it meant. Or what it was about the score that looked so familiar.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash. When my eyes finally recovered, I saw that it wasn't just me here... wherever I was supposed to be. Instead, there was thousands, maybe even tens of thousands. People spread out across a white room that seemed to stretch out forever. It was actually amazing I didn't manage to bump into anyone as I was wandering in the darkness.
As I turned to survey the landscape, my eyes naturally focused on one man just a short walk away. A man in a white robe and long hair, sandals on his feet. An aura radiated from him, one of warmth and peace.
"Hello," he said, spreading his arms wide to welcome all of us, "Welcome my brothers and sisters. I am - "
"Dude, are you fucking Jesus Christ!" shouted a man next to me. I elbowed him in the ribs, hoping that I could get at least one extra point for prodding anyone who interrupted Jesus.
The man scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed by the sudden outburst. "Yes, as I was saying. I am Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior, and welcome to my kingdom," he said.
"When do we restart?," another man shouted several feet away. A murmur went up all around us as everyone else who felt the same way made their voices heard as well.
Jesus turned in a circle, slowly as if to take in everyone around him. "Um, you don't. You all died. There is no going back." He chuckled slightly to himself. "Don't you think if it were so easy to just restart, more people would've already done it?"
"Then why give us a Game Over screen if there is no way to restart?!" someone shouted from the other side of the room. The crowd erupted again.
At that point, Jesus just smiled and shrugged. "Honestly, I thought I was being clever. You see, the truth is we decided long ago to hold off Judgement for everyone until The End. So basically everyone who has ever died needed someplace to wait until it was all over. Kind of like a holding pen. We decided it would be more comfortable if you spent the time someplace ... familiar. Those who spent a lot of time in church get to wait outside some giant gates. Alcoholics spent it in a bar. Workaholics spent the time working. I was actually the one who thought up the idea of giving those who spent so much of their lives in these video games the Game Over screen."
Everyone stood silent, stunned. I had no idea what everyone else was thinking, but I know my inner voice was screaming. We hadn't been judged yet! I thought, I thought I had made it, but there was still a chance to be tortured for the rest of eternity. Did the points have anything to do with this? Did I have enough to get me in?
After a couple of seconds, Jesus clapped his hands together. "Well, let's have everyone line up now for judgment." Unsteadily, everyone began to form into something like a line in front of Jesus. One by one, someone would step forward and the two of them would speak for a bit before the judged moved forward and disappeared, to where though I have no idea.
And, step by step I moved closer and closer, still trying to figure out what it was about my final score that would decide where I go. My final score, I thought, it's got to be from a video game I've played. Think, think. And then it came to me. It was the last score I had on ____! That's basically the average! I've got to get in based on that score. I let out a breath of relief.
The man who first interrupted Jesus's welcoming speech stepped forward. They spoke for a minute before the man became animated, waving his arms in the air and stomping his feet. "But I've got over 700,00 points! What do you mean I can't get in?!" This went on for a couple more minutes before the man moved forward and disappeared the same way hundreds had before.
Over 700,000 points! How the hell was I supposed to get in if I didn't even have a tenth of what he had. I looked forward to see that I was only a couple of spots away now. Was it even possible to get that high of a score in _? Another step forward. I don't think I've even heard of any even scoring above 60,000 points. Another step forward. If it's not _ that he scored in, then how do our scores in different games determine if we get in or not? Another step forward. Perhaps our proficiency in the game itself was what we were judged upon?
Another step forward. "So, my son, what was your final score?" Jesus said, a smile upon his face.
I smiled back. "37,584," I said, "but points don't matter, does it?"
Jesus smiled. "Of course not," he said as he embraced me in a hug, "it's never about how much you've accumulated, but what you do with it."
To be perfectly honest, that was painful to write. Oh, trust me, I know it's bad. Definitely not up to the quality I expect from myself, but it's actually been a long time since I've written a story. I was doing so well too. I think I just got lazy for a while and then this past week, just as I was trying to get back into it, I got sick and couldn't concentrate on anything. But I've been told that if you want to write, then you have to write... and it's going to be bad. Terrible even. But that's just how it goes. Anytime you try to do something it's going to suck and it's going to suck for a while, for a long while and hopefully it gets better. Anyways, this was based off of the Reddit Writing Prompt "You die, but instead of going to Heaven you see the words, "Game Over" and your final score". To be honest, at the time, I was seeing a lot of these types of prompts and I thought they were stupid, but I finally gave in and wrote something for it. As you can see it really is just a bare bones, outline type story. There could be so much added to it, but I just don't want to do it. Well, that's enough of that, hopefully my next story is a lot better.
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