Gamer Who Dominated Post Apocalyptic MMORPGs Utterly Crushed by Actual Post Apocalyptic World
Loses First and Only Life After Only 37 Minutes
Long time post apocalyptic MMORPG gamer Ted Stephens was utterly crushed by the post apocalyptic world he found himself in shortly after a surprise thermonuclear war erupted between the United States and Russia, dying in just under 37 minutes after a beam supporting the roof of the basement where he spent most of his days and nights playing post apocalyptic MMORPGs collapsed. Ted’s skull was split open by the large steel beam killing him instantly and ending his first ever foray into an actual post apocalyptic world in near record time. His fast and brutal death in the actual post apocalypse stood in stark contrast to his utter domination of post apocalyptic MMORPGs including Tom Clancy’s The Division, where the player’s goal is to survive in the after-pandemic world, Fallout 76, an online sequel of the famous nuclear-themed game, and Secret World Legends. The creators of those MMORPG’s could not be reached for comment as they were currently in pitched battles with radiation scarred cannibals for control of the worlds rapidly dwindling supply of clean water.
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Author's postscript: The first time I submitted this story it was not approved for publication because it "did not meet the quality standards." Now, I realize it's not exactly Hemingway, but dude, seriously? Have you actually read half of the garbage you publish on this site. Ninety perdcent of it isn't even worth the electrons it used up to generate the energy to publish it on the web. I'm sorry but the title alone of this piece is about 10,000 times more clever and interesting than the entire portfolios of half the so called authors that publish here. Not sure what world you are living in Vocal editorial staff, but it is a post apocalyptic hellscape I do not want to visit. Gheesh. Hopefully, this can sneak through with a second submission with this postscript attached. "The quality standards" notwithstanding this is a funny story with a great premise and deserves to be read and laughed at.
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