If you’re looking to read a game novel, this ain’t it chief. Honestly, when I was reading this novel, it seemed like the author just woke up one day after a long night of partying, hungover and still a bit drowsy. A lightbulb suddenly lit up in their head, their brain was telling them, ‘Hey! Why don’t you write a novel, a game novel’. And so they did, they slowly got up from the cold hard floor littered with red plastic cups and empty beer bottles, dragging their body over to their computer, they started to type away, completely unaware of the bits of mysterious white powder covering the area around their nose.
They started by writing down whatever cliches they could think of, and they made the protagonist and the antagonists while they were at it. The protagonist is fine for the most part, but the antagonists are on another level of stupid, as if the only thought in their mind is steal and loot gear, basically just throw-away villains.
So then the author kept clacking away on their keyboard with their fingers coated with a nice layer of cheeto dust. Still hungover, the author couldn’t think clearly at all, their head was throbbing so using their arms as a pillow, they slowly relaxed and drifted off to the land of dreams.
In there, they saw a mini version of themselves holding a mini shovel. The mini author begin to dig holes in the feild that was labled ‘the plot’. And after digging god knows how many holes, the mini author left and came back shortly after, this time holding a few signs in their hands. They planted the signs near the holes, one for each, and marked them as ‘plot hole 1’, ‘plot hole 2’, ‘plot hole 3’ and so on.
The author then woke up and after adding a few more details to their novel, they slowly admired it, thinking to themselves, ‘Boy have I created a masterpiece’, then promptly hit ‘publish’.
