No one really knew the name of this kid, or at least, not his real name. He hardly ever ventured outside and seldom talked when he did catch some sun. But, those who knew his name also knew what Mickie was all about. And if Mickie was in the house, he and video games were always engaged in intense coitus. Even his folks called him Sticky or Stix, and they backed his obsession over games with all of their Christian love. Their teen could rape, steal, and kill to his heart’s content, and his God-fearing parents merely smiled and praised him for the effort. They bred him to be a lascivious boy, a game-drunk idolater, and they saw nothing wrong with that.

Mickie put his life into his games, and he often traded them to get discounts on newer ones. There was only one game that Mickie never traded in. It had been the first game he ever played, and the only game he had yet to conquer. Each day Mickie would look the game over and sometimes he’d play it aggressively, gargling sodas and foaming over plates and plates of nachos and popcorn. These sessions would last weeks, and for weeks Mickie would try to overcome the sixth level of Humanity’s Hope. It seemed to be impossible. Continue Reading