Jack was a mighty warrior. A mighty King. A leader of a nation with an army at his back - that was Jack. He was a warlord and a king, at least until he turned his laptop off because WARLORDS AND KINGS was a free to play video game, and Jack was only allowed to play the game from 6PM to 9PM and then it was time for bed unless he wanted to his mother to give him a headache.
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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