All it said was "PLAY THE GAME OR YOU DIE TOO" and ended in a bunch of words from a foreign language. My hand shook as I reached for the mouse. When I woke up, the laptop was on my stomach. Would they believe me? I went to their room and found them. Eventually, I chose to talk to my parents about what happened. The desktop background was a Lost Soul with BLOOD red eyes and a sharp, pointy smile with BLOOD on his teeth. He said no words, and set a brand new laptop on my bed. He put the tip of his BLOODY spear at my throat. I opened my eyes and the guard from the game looked at me with his pitch-black eyes and BLOOD red pupils. I went to sleep that night scared as hell. My mom yelled at me and said I was grounded for a month. I screamed, punched the computer and broke it. but with blacked out eyes and BLOODY pupils. I saw something that made me close the game immediately. Why would this goofy-looking guy WANT the souls to suffer? And then. "Thanks a lot kid! Now they'll suffer even more!" I shrugged it off and went to the guard who requested that I kill 3 of the helpless enemies. It wasn't very hard, but after I defeated each one, I heard a whispered phrase that sent chills down my spine. My first task was to defeat 3 Lost Souls. After a simple tutorial, I was already on the first street of the game, Unicorn Way. I customized my wizard and was ready to go. After the test, it said I had been chosen to join the school of Fire. I started the game by taking a personality test of sorts to choose which magic school you get placed in. Once the ad was over, I jumped on my computer and downloaded the game, not from the official website, but from another one that claimed to have quicker downloads. Then, out of nowhere a light blue giant smashed a tall, ugly guy with a huge hammer. It showed a female wizard casting a spell with some sort of card. It was a commercial for, you guessed it, Wizard101. I scanned the TV for something good to watch. It had been just a day since our Fourth Of July party, and I was exhausted.
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