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Video games present us with characters from different lands. Sharing their language, custom, talents, and above all… A story! A story about their life, what they have done, who they loved, and many other aspects of their life.., we, as gamers, learn about their life through the game as we play through the story-line. It never crosses our mind to what would happen to the characters in the afterlife? The one day playing a few video games… I find out.
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It was an afternoon one Saturday. With my homework out of the way, I made my descent into the basement. Turning on the Xbox, I check to see what game is presented… Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood. I was up late last night playing it, screwing up on the synchronization repeatedly. I had stopped playing it out of anger and quit without saving.
Taking in a deep breath, I pressed the icon, waiting for the game to load. After the opening and choosing the correct file.., I notice that there is another saved file besides mine. The file’s title was “Hell’s Gate”…It didn’t make much sense, since I was the only one playing the game at the time. I scrolled down to the strange file and opened it… Its last save within the catacombs… When the game opened to the white pixelated landscape, I noticed that the character I was playing as wasn’t Ezio… but my avatar… outlined in black and transparent!
Maybe the game is glitchy. I thought as the screen flashed and opened to the tunnels of the catacombs.
I was still controlling my phantom avatar as I ran through the catacombs. Hoping to locate another Followers of Romulus hideout… I did not.
Instead, I stumbled upon a large iron gate, flames dancing around it in an odd fashion. When I approached the gate, the flames vanished from sight… and the gate opened on its own. I walked through the gate as it closed behind me. The land before me was barren, dead trees scattered on the landscape that was soft to the touch as one walked. I could see a lone crow perch itself on one of the branches. The bird watched me as I walked closer. From what I could see, the crow appeared to be Dust from Darksiders II, another game I played. Its verdant eyes piercing through my clear anatomy, sending chills down my spine. I watched as Dust left its perch and flew ahead. I knew to follow Dust, making my way across the terrain as my eyes stayed on the bird. I stopped walking when Dust dived into an abyss. Walking towards the edge, I peered down, seeing a platform floating in the center towards the bottom.
I maneuvered my avatar to hang on the ledge and drop down to catch another. I performed this continuously until I was able to make a clear jump to the center platform. My gaze circled the area, seeing layers of fire and stone… hearing cries from each layer, some more audible than the last. I saw Dust soar beside a fallen pillar on an angle, telling me to use it to get to the lower layers… and so I did. Balancing along the pillar and hopping down to the next as Dust guided me through this unknown pit of flames and despair. I glanced at the various layers as I spiraled downwards; each layer appeared to get worse as I got closer to the bottom. Dust stopped on one of the layers, perched on a lantern before a dark hallway. I glanced at him for a moment, before entering the hallway.
The hallway resembled the catacombs I was in at first, although… The opened walls were dripping with what appeared to be blood that flowed from hollowed out stone tombs. I walked through the hall as wails of sympathy and agony were heard around me. I peered inside one of the opened face tombs, witnessing someone suffering from an unknown force, blood leaving the body through invisible wounds. I was not able to get a clear look of the person through the veil of blood that covered them… Though, the armor he wore and the shape of his helmet gave him away. He was from the Halo games… I honestly couldn’t believe who I was staring at…
“Master Chief?” I asked quietly, not expecting him to hear me. Yet, he turned his head in my direction. Through the visor of his helmet, I could see his eyes; bloodshot and full of tears, staring past me and wincing at the sight of me… or maybe at something else.
“What’s going on? Where am I?” I asked after a few minutes, watching his head move out of pain, laying his arms across his chest.
He ignored me for a while, saying nothing. “A place you shouldn’t be,” he finally said. “Why are you here?”
My questions may have been ignored, but I decided to answer his. “Dust led me here once I left the catacombs.” I answered. “What happened to you?”
He moved his head to look at me, “After dying in a fight against the Covenant… I was judged for my crimes… fighting against a race we… barely comprehend. I was beaten, and brought here… forced… to suffer from my injuries… never to be able… to be saved.” He was wincing in pain between phrases, creating fists to hold back cries of pain. I reached in through the crimson veil and took his hand and held it in mine… trying to comfort him.
“You know,” I said after a moment of silence. “I think you are able to be saved.”
“You’re kidding.” He answered, releasing his hand from my grip.
I was about to leave… but, “Prove me wrong.” I replied after a moment of contemplation… and then went on my way.
I saw Dust at the end of the hall, beckoning me to follow him. I walked as the bird led me deeper into the same hallway… but in a different room. As I entered the room, silver chains that hung from the ceiling began to move. I could see the silhouette of a figure coiled within the chains.
“Bene (Good),” the figure whispered, catching my attention. I heard that before… it’s Italian! Reminds me of –... I paused in my thoughts and stared at the figure closely.
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The screen flashed as the Xbox decided to die, leaving the screen black and my mind racing.
“That was…” I muttered as the controller I held dropped to the floor.