Taking Out The Trash....Again.

For the past few weeks, Victoria Lyons has claimed to been given a mission to cleanse the world, and rid everyone of the modern technologies and advancements sh claims makes people weak, even going as far as to destroy a fans cellphone in an attempt to ”save her” from control. Those who don’t follow she vows to leave behind in her new scorched world, where she intends to rule as Queen Of The Ashes, and rebuild a new better world under her rule.

As she calls for people to make a change, and become one of her “Sheeple”, anyone else is deemed a Sinner or a Saint and must be burned to ash. Jurgen Kaiser, a sinner in Victorias eyes was put away pretty handily. This time it’s a Saint she must contend with, a Saint named Jensen Lane.
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The scene opens in what looks to be a teenagers bedroom, a nerdy one by the looks of some of the gaming posters of characters like Sonic, Mario, Link and Samus Aran. Various consoles can be seen setup along a nearby wall, and a fancy computer setup rests in a corner. When Victoria and Vincent enter, their darker tones clash with the overall sort of peppiness the room provides. Vincent stands in the background staring, as Victoria observes the room and addresses the camera.

“Hello Jensen Lane.” Victoria says through an evil smirk, “I set this all up, so you could feel more at home while I speak to you. This is what you like right? This kid stuff? Mario?, Sonic?, Link?, Big Bird?, Barney?, Dora The Explorer? I just want to make sure you feel comfortable before I tear you limb from limb.”

Victoria giggles to herself, it’s clear she delights in and takes some sort of twisted pleasure from causing others physical harm.

“You are one of the biggest embarrassments of my generation.” Victoria said, her head shaking in disappointment. “Just a petulant child who never grew up.Now you spend your life behind a screen, thinking these subscribers or followers give a damn about you. They don’t. Once the next trending “influencer” shows up, you won’t matter to them at all because they will have moved on. It’s just how things work now.”

Victoria shrugs to herself.

“It’s not my fault.” she continues, “We did this to ourselves. We allowed the world to become this way. George Orwell tried to warn us with 1984, but we didn’t listen did we? What he called thought police, we call fact checkers. We just let it happen, and now Big Brother controls and watches every aspect of our lives, and you Jensen Lane are among the biggest of reasons for it happening.”

With a slight growl, Victoria pauses for a moment before continuing.

“Your whole persona is weak. You do the whole influencer thing, because you have this desire to be noticed and you need people to like you.” says Victoria “You have given up all hope of control, and just follow the algorithms to keep your e-cred up as high as possible. You have been indoctrinated beyond anything I can help with, so I’m just going to have to take you out like common trash. It seems I’m on cleanup duty around here anyway.”

She shrugs to herself.

“We hadn’t heard much from Jurgen before they fed him to me, and you yourself have gone a bit…quiet.” continues Victoria “So it would seem that PWE has me taking out the trash just before it likely gets taken out itself for good. Maybe you just got stuck on another one of your games or something, I don’t know. What I do know, is when you step into my world, into my pridelands and look me in the eyes, it’s going to be no game.”

Her eyes grow more evil, as does the smile on her face as she goes on

“I am going to be worse than any final boss you’ve ever encountered, and there will be no extra lives, no restarts, no quicksaves, nothing. You get once chance, and after that it’s over because I will make sure there is no Jensen Lane. Your ugly braces will be ripped from your teeth and melted into jewels that shall adorn my crown.” she continues, twisted smile still adorning her face, “If only you had grown up, maybe things could gave turned out differently. But you choose to remain and act like a child, keeping you blind from what’s really going on.”

Victoria sighs heavily.

“You can’t see how much they already have you controlled Jensen.” she says, “I’m doing you a favor by putting you down. It’s really for your own good. You need a restart, a reboot. It’s time for Jensen Lane to restart from level one because you picked the wrong perks, and are now up against an enemy you can’t defeat with your maxed out charisma and luck, and wasted all your perk points.”

Victoria laughs, amused with herself. Vincent laughs as well.

“I’m sure you’re going to be all fire and determination.” Victoria says, mocking in tone, “But I am something of nightmares. I am someone who has a vision of a new better world, one where the nightmares rule. MY WORLD. Under me, my Sheeple will be provided for and rewarded for their obedience. But we don’t accept the weak. We can’t accept you Jensen. We can’t accept someone who willingly allows themselves to be controlled so easily, those sort of people need to burn and become the ashes I shall rule over, we can’t accept Saints like yourself Jensen, we don’t need or want your self righteous attitudes. So it will be a pleasure to dig my claws into you and shred you apart, enjoy your video games while you can, because soon you will…..HEAR ME ROAR.”

Victoria cackles, as she walks off camera, and out of the room with Vincent close behind, after they leave there’s a bright flash and suddenly the room is decrepit, the posters torn and it looks like a war torn bedroom from a Falllout video game. The camera pans near the broken down computer area, and focus on a broken pair of glasses, lying next to a familiar looking piece of headgear and a broken Playstation controller, bloody red words appear on screen before it fades to black amidst a haunting melody.

JENSEN LANE LOSES.
GAME OVER.