Care to Play

Word had spread at work. Rumors, even in the future, although not nearly as interesting as your fantasy life, were still swapped during the real moments. People were always recruiting new players to their games and Dithers had just become fresh meat. While firing up his monitor a message flashed, “Have you accepted Jesus as your Savior? Would you like to try for just one night? It’s free to join ‘GalileeWay’! Dithers clicked it off and eyed the Dwight Brothers at their dual cubicle across the office. Were people actually expecting him to just start up some other game after one day? To just go back to being a nobody? Dithers had been one of the top ranking Paladins, known by almost anyone who played the game regularly. “Alright humans, quit farting around and start fucking up at your jobs again. C’mon people!” buzzed the supervisor droid. A Data Tech named Dale punched the droid in the head and it toppled over, smashing into a wall and barely keeping its’ balance. “So Dithers, I hear you’re off ‘World of Realcraft’. Played it myself for a few weeks, but it just wasn’t real enough for me,” Dale explained as he ambled up to the desk. Dithers sighed and tried to start up the image processor. This was clearly going to continue for a while. Dithers didn’t realize how hostile he looked at that moment, but then again neither did Dale, who continued “Have you ever considered joining a real army? I’m a member of the National Civil War Society and we do battles every day of the week. I’m a Confederate man myself, so I can get you out of the trenches, no problem.” This was a picture of a house, a cat, two dogs fighting. “Dale, aren’t you from Wisconsin?” Dither asked. “What’s that got to do with it?” he responded.