Racing down the street, yen in-hand, he panted heavily since he didn't usually exercise.
PE class? Failed it. Summer? Stayed indoors, obviously since that was something he was trying to do right now. Things like exercise never mattered to him really.
All he cared about was waking up, playing video games, and sleeping. He ignored his parents forever, thus his life never improved. Was how his parents treated him really something he could control? Just a tad. Did he care that he was aiming to be on the streets, homeless and starving? No, he wasn't right now so why does it matter?
Life was a game with no objective besides from not dying, and there's no proof to whether heaven and hell is real or not. This is a game with no reward in the end. Death is inevitable and with likely no sequel after.
Reaching for the handle of the GameStop to hopefully find inside something to appease his never-ending lack of things to do. The glass door had random ads placed with no particular care toward if they could be read easily or if they were centered,
and the black tile floor hadn't been varnished in some time. And when it had been, however long ago that was, somebody put the lethargy into not cleaning the floor first as to the old coating of wax had hair and dust particles trapped beneath it's clutches. The buy-one-get-one fifty percent off signs were a ransom to the weak and poor, who couldn't resist the temptation of something cheap? You spend less and get more, who wouldn't want that?
But this wasn't what he was looking for right now,
pushing on the metal handle and entering the cool, air-conditioned room was like leaving the desert and entering the tundra. A girl in her early twenties sat on a stool behind the cash register, filing her long nails and blowing bubbles with some pinkish-white bubble gum. She had dark hair with purple streaks in it and dark makeup, her expression was one of "I'm just here to get paid, fuck off asshole" which was completely different from the cardboard cutouts of characters from animal crossing, which were smiley and content.
In the middle of the game store, surrounded by shelves among shelves of video games, Iru spotted gold. The bargain bin. T'was where he could find the cheapest of cheap games, the games nobody wanted nor bought. These games probably had sucky stories and terrible coding, but all he needed was something to entertain him, something to get him through the day just a little bit quicker.
Right on top he saw a game that caught his eye, Mind Master. It had a skull on the front, with a blood-stained sword going through the socket. Turning it over to see if the disk would work with his computer, he saw the blurb. "Trapped in a game surrounded by npcs, you have to make friends and fight evil. Play as Ryuko and go on unbelievable adventures while fighting powerful monsters. The boss that lay a-rest at the top, Fukitsuna's most powerful goon, Pawado, is your token to victory! Compatible with anything that takes disks, play at your own risk." Play at your own risk?! What was that supposed to mean! Well, he was about to find out.