1 Get The Game NOW!

A new game was about to emerge, within the human world. A revolutionary game, which climbed to a new height of evolution and immersement, and that game was going to be called Combat Carnival Online. An impossibly large creation, which many thought wouldn't be possible.

Very soon this very game would cause ripples, in the gaming environment as we know it. Teachers, students, NEETS, politicians and all, attracted to the new VMMORPG like bees to honey.

This game would change the scene as we know it.

- Combat Carnival Online

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Tokyo, Japan.

In a bleak-shadow filled apartment, a young boy aged between 15-16 sat on his bed scrolling through his phone as quickly as his little hands would allow him too. He was currently in a state of extreme deliria and agitation. What caused it? Well, that would be quite self-explanatory.

'Damn I need to get the game... nowwwww! Why the hell has it sold out on all the godd...damnnn sites'

The young man chucked his phone violently towards the wall in a fit of uncompromising rage, before grabbing his ever so innocent pillow and assaulting it with an on serge of punches. Like, a maddened bull he did not stop, instead increasing the frequency of his punches as his rage climbed up the stairs of heaven itself.

* BANG! *

The phone, which was hurtling at a meteorite speed, collided against the rigid cold wall, the collision sounded so bad that it would be a miracle if the phone screen survived. In fact, if one were to listen closely enough they might've been able to hear the shallow screeching and screams of the dying mobile device.

"What the actual f*ck man! I missed my homework assignments and sh*t all so I could order this fricking game. And you are telling me it's sold out, I call bullllllllsh*T!"

Copious amounts of curse words, where flowing out of the teen's river like mouth, emphasising his ever so clear talent in trash talking. The young unrespectable boy was a call of duty lobby linguistic grandmaster, mastering all essential cultivation techniques of the art of swearing.

To many, it would seem like just an ordinary obscene teenager, but in fact it was the works of a master. Just like not everyone could appreciate and understand Picasso's work as they were not a artist, not everyone could understand the young man's talent as they were not swearing guru's.

Still stuck in an endless void of negativity, the boy took a deep sigh. Whatever it took, however long it would take, whether he had to kill or steal. He would get that game, his otaku spirit told him that there were no other pathways. Like a samurai he had his own honour to hold onto.

The young teen, scratched his scalp, moving his already dishevelled black hair around. His jet-black eyes filled with the pain and distress of having to wait for the game to restock. The boy could be considered quite tall for a Japanese man, standing at an imposing 5'10. Well, the average height for Japanese men was 5'6, and he was taller than them up there and down there.

A feat that he was ever very proud of.

His looks were average, nothing too bad yet nothing special. Yet, he could not pull a girl if his life depended on it. Perhaps, it was because of the cursed stench of the otaku, that permeated the air from every pore of his body.

This dishevelled, game obsessed, curse class warrior was called Yamaki Kitohara. A self-proclaimed otaku god, cat girl fanatic and vice president of the Oppai nation fan club.

Yamaki, lived at home with his mother and sister. His dad left the family 3 years ago to get some milk but never came back. Of course, Yamaki didn't mind. After all his dad was an asshole who always abused his mum and came back home drunk every night. So, the fact that he left the house provided a sense of calmness and peace to Yamaki.

If he were to have one small regret, it would be that his abusive father wasn't just a normal abusive asshole. Oh, no. He was an ultra-rare shiny, rich abusive asshole. The one regret, that Yamaki had was that he didn't embezzle some of his father's abundant funds.

Yamaki looked at the clock in front of him, perhaps it was time to go scavenger hunting. Since the game was sold-out, he would have to finder another method to get his grubby little paws on it.

'Don't think that you will escape out from my hands. I will obtain you and play you CCO. Our arranged marriage is inevitable. No cutbacks, or retreats. It's going to be just you and I'

With his delirious thoughts concluded, a dark evil grin spread across Yamaki's lips.

"Let's go on a little walk, shall we."

Grabbing his shoes and his wallet the young teen left the apartment.