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Monday, 13 April 2026

THE BEST VIDEO GAME: Part 2

Jack was on his bed and he was so scared he hid his whole head under his pillow!

'Please! Leave me be!' he said, frantically.

'I am not going anywhere,' Sir Kreep replied hauntingly.

'Why are you doing this?' said Jack on the point of tears.

'Because you need to be taught a lesson... Actions have consequences! Have you never learned this rule before, boy? Well you are about to learn it and learn it well...'

'But I haven't done anything wrong!'

'You are a tyrant killer and a killer of innocence...'

'No! That was me playing a character in a video game! None of it was real!'

'It was real to the people inside the game,' Sir Kreep returned. 'You will learn that as well very soon...'

'I beg you not to do this to me!'

'It is happening and there is nothing you can do to stop me from doing what I have to do to you...'

'I don't deserve this!' cried Jack.

'O yes you do, boy.'

'I will do anything if you just leave me alone! I just want my old life back!'

'Fine. I will leave you alone. But on one condition...' said Sir Kreep. 'Are you listening?' he pressed on. 'Yes? Good! This is what you must do! You must leave your bedroom and make friends with people in the real world! So long as you are on your own I will haunt you without mercy! It is time for you to get out there and make friends!'

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Jack left his room to find his Mum.

Like always she didn't want anything to do with him!

So there was Jack's first plan to find company up in smoke!

'You will have to do better than that!' said Sir Kreep who was hiding in the cupboard under the stairs. 'You need to leave the house. You need to find friends. You need to socialise! It is the only way to be free of me!'

'But I don't know how to make friends!' Jack replied nervously.

'The you need to learn, boy.'

'I beg you to leave me alone to live my life in peace!'

'There were plenty of peasants who begged you to leave them be back when you were the king. Did you leave them alone? I bet you didn't,' said Sir Kreep menacingly. 'I bet you tortured them didn't you? I bet you made their lives a misery? Well now it is my time to return the favour to thee, King Jack!'

Jack was so terrified of Sir Kreep he almost felt like passing out!

Jack began to feel the tremors of a panic attack hurtling towards him like a speeding train!

'You better get out there and start talking to people, Jack,' said Sir Kreep. 'You hold back and collapse or go to sleep and well I will drag you right back to that wee dungeon in your kingdom where we first met. I am happy for us to continue our talks in the dungeon,' said Sir Kreep in a nasty grim little voice.

Jack ran out of the front door screaming in horror!

It was late in the evening. The streets were empty. Sir Kreep was still following... taunting...

Jack was never to be free of him!

Then Jack saw a couple of people walking by they were probably heading off for drinks.

Jack ran up to them waving his arms in the air!

'Please stop!' he said to them. 'Let me join you! I am good company when you get to know me I promise!'

The people laughed at him and walked on!

And so Jack was left alone again with Sir Kreep.

'You better start making friends, Jack boy,' said Sir Kreep tauntingly. 'Otherwise you will have no choice but to deal with me. Fancy accompanying me on a journey back to the dungeon?'

Jack screamed with horror and ran down the street like a madman!

He was looking for anyone, anyone or someone just to stay with so that Sir Kreep would go away!

Eventually he found the right man...

A local homeless man named Pete.

Pete was lying in his sleeping back with his back against the wall of the old local market shop and he was holding an empty bottle of whiskey. Jack huddled next to Pete. 'Let me keep you company!' said Jack to Pete. Pete, usually grateful for a kind word or a bit of attention punched Jack in the face and shouted at him gruffly saying, 'Get away from me you weirdo twat!'

Jack was too scared to leave Pete. Pete was better company than Sir Kreep.

Pete was eventually left with no option but to get up and walk away with his few things (his sleeping bag and empty bottle...)

Pete could see that Jack was following him.

Pete grew massively angry. 'I am done with you boy,' he said and he kicked Jack in the shins and ran away.

Jack was left reeling on the ground in pain.

Jack was alone again. Alone in the street with Sir Kreep.

'Not making many friends are you, Jack boy?' said Sir Kreep. 'Well. You have got me I guess!'

'Will you never leave me be?' said Jack to the following shadow fiend.

'Not until you make friends,' said Sir Kreep.

Jack stood up and ran away screaming into the shadows!

Could Jacks sad little life get anymore horrible? O yes it most certainly could!

(For Part 1 Click HERE).

(For more adventures set in the town of Fenwick Check out: IT HAPPENS AT NIGHT & JIM'S SUBWAY).

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THE LEGEND OF RUDWIN REVIEW

Don't Help People!

Have a guess how old Jack is?

Let me imagine what you are thinking...

Fifteen year old lad heavily into drinking and video games?

Well, if you thought the later, you would be RIGHT.

It is his age. That is where you are wrong.

Jack was forty years old and he was still playing video games...

He lives with his mother in a right broken family.

It was a great life for Jack, in a rubbish depressing sort of way. He didn't have any real responsibilities to deal with. NICE. His only burden was that of running a fictional medieval kingdom that existed inside his computer screen and nowhere else.

Jack took breaks from his kingdom ruling only when he had to clean his room and go to work...

Jack worked in a warehouse in the dingiest most rundown sloppy dirty grimy unpleasant foulest wettest nastiest corner of the town of Fenwick.

His workmates liked to do horrible things to him...

They liked to lock him up in cupboards and hang him by his legs out of the window over the quays.

Jack didn't just hate his job.

He loathed it.

It was hard. It was ugly. He had to pick heavy things up, creates full of stinking shellfish dragged out of the sea.

And the money was bad... Jack earned about enough to keep him in pizza and beer, and to keep his mother out of his ear for an hour or three.

After having his head flushed down the toilet for the second time in the same day compliments of his lovely work colleagues Jack decided he had had enough for the day and went home. He didn't care if he was caught leaving his post early by management. In fact it was all part of his grand scheme to get himself sacked.

You see the situation was this:

His mother was strict and wouldn't allow him to quit his job. BUT if Jack got sacked then well there was not a lot his mum could do about that!

So Jack wanted to get sacked.

It was part of his life plan.

He couldn't care less about anything anymore.

The only thing Jack cared about was his laptop and his kingdom...

Jack slopped home and flopped into his bedroom. He needed a good hard session on his favourite game - Warlords and Kings.

He needed to get back into his imaginary throne which was his bed, and run his imaginary kingdom.

O how those poor peasants are going to pay as soon as Jack was back in play!

Within seconds the game was up and burning and Jack decided that he was thirsty so he grabbed a cheeky can of beer and then returned to his game: Time to kill some peasants!

O it made him feel so good being a total bastard in a video game.

It made his life worth living killing imaginary people, worth living indeed if only slightly.

He drank and he played and he played and he drank until Jack finally ran out of beer.

He took a sneaky look in his mothers fridge but there were no cans left.

DAMN IT!

This was beyond a disaster.

Jack was barely buzzing and he needed booze badly to keep the flow going.

But there was NO BOOZE!

He repeated NO BOOZE!

WOW now wait a minute? What was that in the back of the fridge there?

A bottle of purple G-Juice?

On the label it was written: THIS IS THE PURE STUFF!

It belonged to his mother but well, when did that ever bother Jack?

He grabbed the bottle and glugged it back...

If Jack was a man of the world he would have known to NEVER drink G-Juice like that.

But Jack was not a man of the world.

He was a man of his bedroom, and that was that.

And so when he had finished drinking the bottle of G-Juice he collapsed and blacked out for a good long time.

When he woke up again he was lying inside a cold dark stone dungeon...

That's right!

A DUNGEON!

No this was not his dirty stinky bedroom with socks on the floor and an untidy bed.

NO.

He was lying inside a LITERAL stone medieval dungeon!

What had happened?

Sitting up he moaned: 'How much did I drink?'

Jack was not alone inside the dungeon. There was a shady looking man in a robe and a hood standing in the corner and he was looking at jack with his flashing green catlike eyes.

Jack was afraid, and he had good right to be.

'Who are you?' Jack said to the stranger in a trembling voice.

'Sir Kreep,' the shady hooded man replied. 'What's your name, son?'

'I am Jack,' said Jack, still trembling.

'I don't think that is your true name,' said Sir Kreep. 'You have got another name haven't you?'

'No!' said Jack stammering, almost chocking on his words.

'I think I have seen you around here before,' said Sir Kreep determinedly. 'You are him, ain't you? You are the guy who runs this kingdom right? Yes! That is you right there right now. What is it that you like to usually call yourself? King J the Death King, something silly like that? I remember you, sitting on your bed eating your chips and looking down on us poor folk. You liked killing us peasant's didn't you, King J the Death King? Well you look at you now! Seems you have ended up in the dungeon. How sad for you. How happy for me. Do you know why I am in this dungeon, King J the Death King? You put me here. That's right. You burned my village down. You murdered my family. But you let me live locking me up to keep the memory of your horror alive. You are a really nasty piece of work ain't you Jack?'

'It was just me playing a video game! It wasn't real!'

Sir Kreep lifted up his arms and made an O shape with his mouth and then he said, 'A video game, hey? Is that your excuse son? Does this look like a video game right now? Do I look like someone who is part of a video game to you? NO. Everything evil you did was real in our world at least. And now you are going to pay for your evil deeds.'

'I beg you not to do this to me!'

'O! Begging will do you no good boy. Everything bad you can ever image is going to happen to you! So buckle up boy! Hard times are ahead!'

Jack woke up in his bed!

Thank goodness for that! It was all just a horrible dream.

How wonderful!

'That was the worst dream I have ever had,' said Jack out loud.

And then a sinister voice said under his bed:

O how you wish it were a dream...

...No more dreams for you boy...

And then Sir Kreep creeped out from under the bed and grabbed Jack tightly with his bony clawed hands so Jack could not run away. 'I am going to haunt you, Jack,' said Sir Kreep. 'I am going to haunt you for the rest of your days...'

And so begins the horrible nightmare that would become Jack's life...

(For more adventures set in the town of Fenwick Check out: IT HAPPENS AT NIGHT & JIM'S SUBWAY).

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Also take a look at:

My Games
Play Give 'em Hell
Play Elfin Quest
Witches Brew a short text based adventure game!
Also take a look at:
My YouTube Channel
My Books