While i browsed ResetEra, a semi-famous videogame forum in the roarin' 2020's, the year that went down in history for a major pandemic, i noticed a notification on my twitter feed, a social media platform not too strange to controversy, such as the time the - now former - President of the United States used it for 'shitposting', a common slangword of the early days describing the act of making nonsensical, absurd or insulting statements.
As i tabbed over to my twitter feed to see what the notification was about, i was promptly greeted by pictures of Nero Claudius, the one from Fate/Grand Order, a videogame famous for turning historical personalities into oversexed anime women, to the delight of any sex starved man such as me.
Scrolling past these pictures of hers with increasingly large breastage bordering on the art of hentai, a japanese form of cartoon pornography, i was to be greeted by several tweets celebrating the announcement of Neo: The World Ends With You, the long awaited sequel to the cult classic videogame on the Nintendo DS that had been remastered just a few years earlier.
Celebrating its announcement with a witty tweet of my own, referencing the song 'Gimme All Your Love' from its outstanding soundtrack, my throat became a bit dry. I took it upon myself to grab the Römerwall Classic standing next to me, my favorite sparkling water, drawn from a thousands of years old reserve in Westgermany near the city of Cologne, and refreshed myself with a hearty sip.
Both refreshed and in jolly mood, i decided to make myself miserable again, as i always do, and go back to browsing the depths of the internet where i spotted a thread on the aforementioned ResetEra forums deriding a book whose existence i had not been aware of prior. It's name was Ready Player Two, a sequel to the famous Ready Player One written by Ernest Cline in 2011 and adapted into a movie by Steven Spielberg in 2018. With curiosity, i opened the thread and read through some of the excerpts when i had to ask myself "Who actually reads this shit?", as it was neither smart in prose, nor witty in its humor, let alone thrilling in any way. This book, as it seemed to me, was satisfied entirely with listing an endless amount of 80's properties, such as Terminator or The Ghostbusters - but only the first one.
Shaking my head at the triteness of the book, i quickly pressed the big, red X in my Chromium Browser, famous for consuming an overly high amount of Random-Access-Memory to the ridicule of large portions of the internet, and shut down my Windows 10 powered Computer and went into my bathroom.
Therein, i brushed my teeth with an electric toothbrush and Elmex toothpase, the orange one, and stripped myself off my shirt, depicting a moogle from the Final Fantasy Franchise, first created in 1987 by Hironobu Sakaguchi and by now at over 15 games with the 16th up-and-coming.
Afterwards, i went into my bedroom, stripped my lazy-day sportshorts off as well, the kind that i often enjoyed wearing on my days off - because they were very comfortable even after uninvited greetings by Nero Claudius - and fell into the MALM bed that i had bought from IKEA, a famous swedish furniture chain known for cheap prices all around the globe. In my sleep, i dreamed of weird and Kafkaesk nightmares in which i was trapped inside a mediocre pulpnovel written by a nerd with too much time and not enough personality, who enjoyed trapping his characters inside an endless construct of 80's references and creepy sexual advances.