It's been a while since the dark ages. I remember the time before, when the hills were green and the sky's blue seemed to stretch forever.
But it's gone now.
I remember hearing about it from one of my friends. I saw him, twitching slightly, staring at the screen in a cold sweat, two fingers moving at a freightning pace. Later, I asked him what it was he was playing. He told me. Told me about the triangle. The hexagons. The pulsating lights. The music, upbeat and never ceasing. I laughed, and said I would pick up my own copy. Said it sounded fun. He warned me against it, the look in his eyes something I had never seen before: desparation, no, begging. I ignored him. I was young and stupid back then.
I still remebered the day I first pressed "Play." A woman's voice called out the game's name. Softly, as in a morning sunrise. Smiling, I placed my hand upon the mouse, waiting to see what the game had in store.
That was a few months ago.
It's been a week since the nightmares stopped. But I never stop seeing it. I never stop living it. I'll look into a woman's eyes, but not see their color. I see only the triangle, slowly circling her pupils, taunting me. Sometimes I awake in the night, and I hear the music. Never ending. Never growing softer. Once, I was with my friends, having drinks at th bar. I looked down at my hands. Pulsing red. My arms purple. My friends were unaware that they were all kinds of colours, blue, then green, then an off-white. Then the triangle began orbiting my head. Slowly, I watched it pass. It almost seemed that it was looking back. I heard the music, slowly and softly, but then loud and sped up. Eveything was changing colors. I cried out, but all I heard was "line." I cried out again, hoping someone would hear me. "Hexagon. Hexagon. Hexagon. New Record."
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.
Final score: 11/10
No choice but to play again.