POV #2 Story

He awoke.

PretentiousGrandeur, he had named himself, yet many knew of him by another name - Error.

Error smiled as he partook in his morning cigarette. What a relief that he had merely been dreaming. A nightmare, nonetheless. For Error had been dreaming of a a nightmarish dystopia in which the delusional freaks of the world had decided to crawl out of their dark corners and were somehow heralded as Gods. Where their internet reputations actually made a difference in the real world, and these "gamers" actually had a chance at any sort of success in the real world. Where the sad, lonely and pathetic sacks of sloth from the internet actually believed they stood a chance at being cast in their favorite shows. As if Big Brother wants the likes of them! Lose some weight, get better looking, and gain more interesting personalities, for starters! Laugh Out Loud! A utopia for them, a dystopia for the rest of the world.

Error's thoughts returned to his dream. Was it simply a nightmare? Or a marker of what was to come?

And in that instant between the click and tick of the clock's hand, Error knew what had to be done. Arik, Mikey, Dan, Justin, Alaina, Jimmy, Alexa, Cindy, Dillon, Kevin I, David, Aria, Garrett, Kim, Geoff, Tom, Andre, Javi, Marie, Will, Merriska, Shay, Kevin II, Taylor.

6 bullets.

Mikey was easy to find. He was actually in London for the weekend. It was tough for Error to find him at first, as Mikey had actually turned up for a casting call to find a stand-in for Warwick Davis, the dwarf film star. Luckily for Error, Mikey, while just as impish and bizarre-looking as the rest of the other contenders, was not quite as short as the others who had turned up.

Bang.

And then there were five.

Kim was tougher to locate, as Error now had to traverse across the Pacific, but once he arrived, he knew where to find her.

The Biggest Loser casting call was tough to sneak into, tougher than Mikey's "Who Is Uglier?" competition, yet Error knew how to charm his way into the hearts of naive young women.

Kim was nowhere to be found, and Error panicked for a moment - had she actually gotten cast on the show? She would be neigh impossible to find should she have made it through - everyone here was fat. "Look for the ugliest one", Error repeated to himself as he swam through this sea of the gluttonous.

And he found her.

Looking like the prized pig in a farmer's collection of bacon, Error smiled broadly as he approached her --

"Kim!"

She turned.

"Enjoy hell with your granny"

Bang.

And then there were four.

Error made his way towards the exit, looking for the --

Wait.

What luck.

Cherry was here too! It was hard to mistake her, as Error had spent many a time mocking her. At least she had come out of the house today in order to be here. Good for her. Thirty years old and finally some actual ambition.

She saw him.

"Don't speak."

Bang.

And then there were three.

Error left, but not before noticing that the sex criminal Joey was accompanying Cherry. Error directed the authorities in his direction, and Joey was swiftly put back in prison so that he could not do any further harm to society.

Arik was tough to find, as he seemed to rarely venture outside. Error had to contact his criminal contacts with the lure of bitcoins in order to track down his address, and coincidentally, Arik was online at the time, playing yet another Tengaged game and celebrating having bought "Crimson Obertron", another completely pointless Tengaged "level". Not to mention that he was asking for more opinions on whether women prefer manly men or pretty boys, although from his pictures, he clearly didn't fit into either category. Error paused for a moment to feel sadness for the plight of this young, lost, man, before accepting the address given to him.

Error found Arik upstairs watching some heterosexual pornography, which surprised Error.

"Your friends always told me you were in the closet"

Arik swung around at the sound of the voice, his dick still hard in his hand.

Bang.

And then there were two.

Javi was harder to find, as he kept most of his personal details private. But nothing that a few bitcoins in the right direction couldn't solve. Javi was also online - surprise, surprise - hosting a challenge for iBig Brother 19: Turbo Power (Or some other cheesy name - Error couldn't remember). Error could not understand how a man could find the time to play online games essentially every night of the week. Was he being secretly paid? Or was his life just that pathetic?

Once Error made it through the barrio Javi lived in, Error found Javi, who was... also touching himself. Error supposed that being online as often as Arik and Javi were, they were bound to fit in several masturbatory sessions a day.

"Hey Javi!"

Javi turned - although this time, his dick was limp in his hand. Error felt for the man (It happens to every guy, right...?) - and Error smiled at him.

"I feel bad doing this to you but... white belts with black jeans are a really horrible look. Or rather, white belts in general. Sort that out."

Bang.

And then there was one.

Error found him easily, as they had actually planned to meet.

Mercuzo smiled as he saw Error.

"Tom, it's so great to see, you, buddy! Can I order you something?"

Tom smiled sadly.

"Aria... you know why I'm here."

Aria nodded.

"Just do it."

"Thank you, my friend."

"Oh, Tom. We could have had such a damned good time together."

Bang.

And then there were none.

Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat.

He awoke.

PretentiousGrandeur, he had named himself, yet many knew of him by another name - Error.

Error smiled as he partook in his morning cigarette. What a relief that he had merely been dreaming. A nightmare, nonetheless. For Error had been dreaming of a a nightmarish dystopia in which the delusional freaks of the world had decided to crawl out of their dark corners and were somehow heralded as Gods. Where their internet reputations actually made a difference in the real world, and these "gamers" actually had a chance at any sort of success in the real world. Where the sad, lonely and pathetic sacks of sloth from the internet actually believed they stood a chance at being cast in their favorite shows. As if Big Brother wants the likes of them! Lose some weight, get better looking, and gain more interesting personalities, for starters! Laugh Out Loud! A utopia for them, a dystopia for the rest of the world.

Error's thoughts returned to his dream. Was it simply a nightmare? Or a marker of what was to come?

And in that instant between the click and tick of the clock's hand, Error knew what had to be done. Arik, Mikey, Dan, Justin, Alaina, Jimmy, Alexa, Cindy, Dillon, Kevin I, David, Aria, Garrett, Kim, Geoff, Tom, Andre, Javi, Marie, Will, Merriska, Shay, Kevin II, Taylor.

6 bullets.

Mikey was easy to find. He was actually in London for the weekend. It was tough for Error to find him at first, as Mikey had actually turned up for a casting call to find a stand-in for Warwick Davis, the dwarf film star. Luckily for Error, Mikey, while just as impish and bizarre-looking as the rest of the other contenders, was not quite as short as the others who had turned up.

Bang.

And then there were five.

Kim was tougher to locate, as Error now had to traverse across the Pacific, but once he arrived, he knew where to find her.

The Biggest Loser casting call was tough to sneak into, tougher than Mikey's "Who Is Uglier?" competition, yet Error knew how to charm his way into the hearts of naive young women.

Kim was nowhere to be found, and Error panicked for a moment - had she actually gotten cast on the show? She would be neigh impossible to find should she have made it through - everyone here was fat. "Look for the ugliest one", Error repeated to himself as he swam through this sea of the gluttonous.

And he found her.

Looking like the prized pig in a farmer's collection of bacon, Error smiled broadly as he approached her --

"Kim!"

She turned.

"Enjoy hell with your granny"

Bang.

And then there were four.

Error made his way towards the exit, looking for the --

Wait.

What luck.

Cherry was here too! It was hard to mistake her, as Error had spent many a time mocking her. At least she had come out of the house today in order to be here. Good for her. Thirty years old and finally some actual ambition.

She saw him.

"Don't speak."

Bang.

And then there were three.

Error left, but not before noticing that the sex criminal Joey was accompanying Cherry. Error directed the authorities in his direction, and Joey was swiftly put back in prison so that he could not do any further harm to society.

Arik was tough to find, as he seemed to rarely venture outside. Error had to contact his criminal contacts with the lure of bitcoins in order to track down his address, and coincidentally, Arik was online at the time, playing yet another Tengaged game and celebrating having bought "Crimson Obertron", another completely pointless Tengaged "level". Not to mention that he was asking for more opinions on whether women prefer manly men or pretty boys, although from his pictures, he clearly didn't fit into either category. Error paused for a moment to feel sadness for the plight of this young, lost, man, before accepting the address given to him.

Error found Arik upstairs watching some heterosexual pornography, which surprised Error.

"Your friends always told me you were in the closet"

Arik swung around at the sound of the voice, his dick still hard in his hand.

Bang.

And then there were two.

Javi was harder to find, as he kept most of his personal details private. But nothing that a few bitcoins in the right direction couldn't solve. Javi was also online - surprise, surprise - hosting a challenge for iBig Brother 19: Turbo Power (Or some other cheesy name - Error couldn't remember). Error could not understand how a man could find the time to play online games essentially every night of the week. Was he being secretly paid? Or was his life just that pathetic?

Once Error made it through the barrio Javi lived in, Error found Javi, who was... also touching himself. Error supposed that being online as often as Arik and Javi were, they were bound to fit in several masturbatory sessions a day.

"Hey Javi!"

Javi turned - although this time, his dick was limp in his hand. Error felt for the man (It happens to every guy, right...?) - and Error smiled at him.

"I feel bad doing this to you but... white belts with black jeans are a really horrible look. Or rather, white belts in general. Sort that out."

Bang.

And then there was one.

Error found him easily, as they had actually planned to meet.

Mercuzo smiled as he saw Error.

"Tom, it's so great to see, you, buddy! Can I order you something?"

Tom smiled sadly.

"Aria... you know why I'm here."

Aria nodded.

"Just do it."

"Thank you, my friend."

"Oh, Tom. We could have had such a damned good time together."

Bang.

And then there were none.

Then starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat.