“Right over there?”
“Yes, right over there.”
I couldn’t understand how this was supposed to be punishment. I mean, I’d done bad things, I’d hurt people, and I even blew off a few parking tickets. By all accounts, I should be eternally pushing a stone up a mountain while being stabbed with hot pokers. This… was not that. I turned to the devil, in all his 8-bit glory.
“So I just have to walk across the room?”
“Yes,” said the devil, twirling what I could only assume was meant to be a mustache. “And if you fail, you try again!” He gave out an unpleasant laugh as I looked at my obstacles, or rather the lack thereof.
In front of me was a room. On the other side was a BFG, levitating to show off all its glory. I gave the devil a sideways glance, wondering where the trick would come in, before starting on my walk.
As I took my steps the room distorted, glitching out in several places all over the wall and the ceiling. I watched the floor carefully and was rewarded for my attentiveness when I avoided stepping in a pit. At the bottom I could see Clyde, the ghost from Pacman and Bowser looking up at me.
I stepped around the pit and reached the BFG when the devil called out. “Wait! You’re not supposed to make it that far!” I turned and gave him a middle finger as I stepped backwards into the gun.
Suddenly I was holding the BFG. I grinned as I looked down at the gun and back at the devil. Little pixelated bricks were hitting the ground behind him at a rapid rate as I lifted the gun and cocked it.
“You’re not an AI, are you?” The devil was backing away slowly as he realized his predicament. I aimed down the sights as I tried to think of a reasonable response. As it came to me, I couldn’t help but smile.
“The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.”
Then I pulled the trigger.
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