1 Death

A dying old man with an electronic device in his right hand can be seen lying on a hospital bed. As he watch the sun sets gasping for breath, he wondered when will his misery end.

Fifty years ago, Marc Eldesh created a virtual reality game that have been popular for decades until eight years ago when a new game became more popular and overshadowed his own. His creation started to get left behind as bugs and all kinds of errors started to appear on his game when a group of his technician betrayed him. Worst of all, he couldn't punish them due to lack of evidence.

"I treated them well yet they still betrayed me..." Marc muttered to himself. ' I'm already dying and I'm still a virgin... Aren't I the most pathetic person in the world right now?' he thought to himself as he tried to laugh but instead cough loudly as he tried to catch his breath. He didn't have any family left. As for his weath, most was spent when he tried to fix his game but failed. In the end he decided to shut it down since it's popularity was so low that not a player plays it anymore.

'At least my creation is still with me' he thought while sighing in his mind. The electronic device in his right arm compressed and stored all the game data so that only he can access it since he removed the other data on the servers due to him thinking that someone might steal his creation even though no one really wanted it.

"Ah darkness my old friend, did you bring death with you? For my only desire is to rest and have eternal peace..." Marc said to no one as his vision started to get blurry and dark. "Finally, peace at last...."his final words as he drew his final breath.