I'm bored.

So this is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna write a story. Pretty much no structure or forethought.

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Once upon a time there was a teenage boy named Cecil. He enjoyed eating pastries and meats but never mixed the two.  He enjoyed academics and the sport of malesneck. Since you are from the 21st century I'm going to have to explain how the sport goes.
The goal of the game is to "live". There is no actual death though. The game is played in a virtual world that involves some quantum teleportation and some other stuff that takes PhDs to understand.
Basically what you must do is grab 300 kg balls, jump, and drop it onto the other players from in the air. If you last the longest then you are declared the winner.
But that's beyond the current point. He did his schoolwork and then would go to the malesneck arcade and play until going home.
One autumn afternoon, Cecil was going through his normal daily routine. He had gone through school, done his homework, and went to the malesneck arcade. He was on his last drink of beer and poutine and was about to leave (That's a legal thing soon to come). It was his last game and he had been alive for the last two hours , eating during the two minute breaks.
The warning sign started blaring and he got back in the gyxer ( virtual reality machine). It was game time.
The game started. He jumped as high as he could, seeing five people. He had managed to hook an iron ball with his foot and whirled it at the players, knocking them down like dominos.Everyone's player HUDs showed the faces of the fallen and of Cecil. He let out a hearty laugh for all the new players to hear.
"I can't do this!", yelled one of the newcomers before rage quitting.
The shop was closing in ten minutes so there were few players.
"Six down, three  to go.", Cecil said. In the rubble of the postapocalyptic city, this map was perfect for Cecil. Every other player was on ground floor, in a triangle, back to back, teaming up together for the purpose of trying to defeat their town's legend and become legends themselves. Cecil was on the rooftops. He got to the building gap where the trio was.
The reason Cecil knew he could take the people by surprise is because when a person "dies" their bodies turn into an electric ball that attacks the nearest thing. Cecil plopped the ball on one person and the rest is history. He "lived" the longest in history.

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And that's my whack at short stories. I quite like this idea. I might continue with it.