2 - The Next Morning

Authors note - Going to try to break things up into more and shorter chapters. Should be easier to keep a rhythm that way. I know I am slow to update. As always anyone feel free to branch off. My chapters will have page numbers in the titles. Also, I think Im gonna change my username soon. This one was chosen before I planned on posting anything ever.

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Tuesday Morning:

I sipped my latte and stared at the comings and goings of the Social Sciences building commons. I had thrown on my usual jeans and a tight green sweater, a little more conservative than my usual, but it hugged my chest in a way I knew drove boys wild. The cool morning air cut through the sweater and the thin t-shirt beneath it, and I could feel my big sensitive nipples rubbing up against the material.

The little cafe was busy at 8 in the morning, and the two baristas working the morning shift were rushing to keep up with the line. I couldn't imagine having to bust my ass like that to make ends meet, and keep up with my classes too. Thank god for horny strangers on the internet. Thank god for my huge perfect tits.

Some days I regretted signing up for so many morning classes, but after last night, I could hardly sleep, and I was thankful to have something to get me out of the dorms, even if it was Professor Harrison's famously monotone History of Ancient Europe lectures.

I recalled the day I'd moved in to the dorms and met Matt- that creep. I tried to be friendly. We talked about our classes, and I admitted to being nervous about my academic performance - too many parties last year, and all those frat boys all too eager to buy booze for the naive little freshman girl with the enormous rack. Not that I told Matt about that part.

Matt had said something like 'just try to do your best', and that was it. No more partying late on school nights. And here I was, an hour before the lecture, finishing up my second time through the reading, everything fresh in my head to ask insightful and illuminating clarifying questions all lecture long. My notes were perfect. God I was such a fucking nerd.

I looked again at the strange app that had appeared on my phone. I had crashed out last night, too exhausted to do much besides try to sleep. The app, which was labeled as 'WorldMaster', was still on that same title screen from last night. I wasn't usually a credulous person, but despite everything, I knew this had to have something to do with how Matt had turned into a dildo last night. No way that was a coincidence. I pressed the button that said 'Round 2: Begin'.

What I was greeted with was a dense block of text, a user agreement composed of a combination of some plausible-sounding legalese and some kind of mad outlandish ravings.

"'WORLDMASTER' and 'WORLDMASTER: Party Mode' are registered trademarks of WorldFucker Software Concepts, a wholly owned subsidiary of General Axiom and Unreality Corporation (The Company)." - Okay, sure. - "The Software is provided as-is and without any warranty, including any implied warranty of merchantability or fitness to exist in a particular worldstream." - Weird. - "By interacting with the Software, the User accepts these terms on behalf of themselves and all other individuals and entities extant or otherwise. Furthermore, the User authorizes the Company to alter any history, fact, or reality to enforce these terms, to ensure the User accepts and is authorized to accept these terms.... any or no reason... sole discretion... binding arbitration... " Ugh. There's a reason no one reads these things. I tapped 'accept'.

The next thing I saw was a short page of rules. I had a four hour long turn, starting now, to enter commands. The turns would 'get faster as the game goes on'. If I broke certain rules I could get a penalty, like Matt had, that could end my turn early, or cause other consequences. There were also secret bonuses for certain things.

It said we were competing for points, and that points came from 'changing things and being changed', and from certain bonuses. It didn't say how the points were decided.

It said the player with the most points 'at the end' would 'become The Winner'. It didn't say when the game ended, or what the winner got.

It said I already had 17 points. It didn't say how i got them.

Points were supposed to come from "changing things or being changed", right? The message on Matt's phone last night said he'd changed the same person three times. Did Matt 'change' me, in some way? Wouldn't I know about it? Was I supposed to know?

That was it for rules. There was a screen for a list of penalties, but it only showed the one Matt had gotten last night, and a bunch of empty spots with question marks. Ditto for the 'bonuses' screen, which was completely empty. There was also a 'history' button that was greyed out with a little cartoon padlock and 'Coming soon!' in big red bubble letters.

Finally the text, in small print at the bottom of the menu screen, 'version 1.1.2b, hotfix 679'

As I watched, the 'hotfix' number vanished for a moment and changed to '691'.

Whatever that meant.

And then there was the command prompt. By tapping the big central button with the cartoon icon of a scroll and a quill pen, I could get to a screen with a text entry field and a simple keyboard. letters, numbers, punctuation. And a big bubbly 'enter' key. Above, near the top of the screen, a line of text was cycling between messages like 'Make your mark on the world!' 'and 'Let's shake things up!' and 'Your wish is my command!'. A new one like that every few moments.

Is this really what Matt was fooling around with when I was giving him the show of a lifetime? What a fucking dork.

There was also a button that said "Feeling lucky? Pick for me!"

I couldn't help but be a little scared of that.

I still had 20 or so minutes before i had to be at my lecture. All that was left to do was give it a try.