>Garza tenderly pressed the "on" button of the PC he'd spent three years gathering parts for >Three long years... in that time he had used what little money his mother could spare on internet cafés in the main city two hours away, just so that he could learn to build his own computer >As the other patrons used the computers as a convenience, Garza used them as a lifeline >He stunk, he was grubby and the cafe owner was ashamed to let him use the computers, but Garza kept on going back >some day he was going to be a game designer, and nothing could stop him- not his father, not poverty, not hunger >He'd only played a game once, a long time ago on an NES that broke almost immediately after he'd found it >Although it had been a short journey, Garza knew he would want to go on many more of them >He'd played ten minutes of Final Fantasy before the old, secondhand (likely thirdhand) NES gave out and never turned on again >But it was enough. >Garza was going to be a game designer, no matter what tried to stop him >Every day he scrounged the garbage dump near his house for anything game related; old posters, cracked covers, absolutely anything >so far, his room was a graveyard of vidya- torn posters covered every wall, and the prime piece of his collection was a little figure in a green tunic with a shield and sword, poised above the pile of rags that were Garza's bed >He thought it must have been a great hero of a game he didn't know... he kept the little figure lovingly at his bedside, and imagined the worlds he could explore through the eyes of it >He would fantasize over finding a colour tv, over perhaps finding an old N64 and perhaps even a single game on it >All Garza knew of vidya was his collection of junk, and those golden 10 minutes of Final Fantasy, not as the poor kid from Brazil going to starve before he was 20, but as one of the Four Light Warriors, poised to save the world from oblivion.
>463039084 This is the second thread, first might 404 so I am reposting what I have written/continuing in this thread. >Garza's pride and joy, a shitbox that could barely run windows XP whirred to life with fragility >He prayed and prayed that it would turn on >If it did... if it did, he would be able to play whatever games he liked! >Years of work, every bit of money he had ever received, all into this machine... >The screen lit up, synonymously with Garza's happiness and ecstasy >In his little tiny haven of junk, he was moving closer to his dream >As he was about to touch the old, bulky white keyboard, however, footsteps rocked the shack >It was his drunkard father... >The door burst open and Garza's father yelled >"What is this crap? Pathetic kid, can't even go out and get a real job! You're a disgrace!" >Before Garza could react, he received a fist to the face >He sprawled back into the pile of rags (his bed) and his father turned his attention upon the PC >Without a word, his father kicked it so hard that it broke and the screen cracked... >The monitor fell, and Garza screamed >His father kicked him in the gut once more, and stormed out of the room to his sobbing wife as Garza scrabbled on the ground, gasping and crying >He quickly picked the monitor back up and, miraculously, it blinked back to life! >He was saved for another day >Whilst his father was in such a rage, however, he would have to wait >he turned to his bed, doubtful that he would be able to get himself to sleep
>>463039513 >The next day, after a largely sleepless night, Garza rushed outside with his PC hefted in a sack on his back >He would go to the internet cafe, although all he could afford was two hours >There, he'd use their internet to play anything! >After a while, the attendant agreed to let Garza use an ethernet cable >The first thing he did when he'd finally set up the computer (grinning and bobbing with joy the whole time) >Was open the Internet Explorer, squinting as the crack in the screen covered the icon >The first thing he did was download firefox (he'd heard about it online before) and then search for a game he had a poster of, the first he could remember >"League of Legends"
>>463039656 >Of course, it was everything he would want; he would become a hero, without the feeling of starvation plaguing him >He'd be a great person, strong enough to draw the admiration of whatever world he lived in! >Thankfully, his english was quite good even though he was Brazilian >Once the Client was downloaded and patched, Garza's time was almost up >Smiling, the internet cafe employee allowed him to stay >Grinning, he attempted to get into a game after picking the North American region >He was excited to play with people from America (and didn't understand the concept of lag etc) >After a while, when he could wait no longer after signing up and making an account called "Greenclothes" (after his figure), Garza had a little alert pop up in the corner of his screen >"Darkscreen3 has added you to their friends list"! >In wonder, he accepted it >Then, another bar popped up! >Somebody was typing to him! >"Hey Ben, added you. Keen for a game?" >Garza wasn't Ben... >"am sorry, not ben.... but i will play a game!!" >The guy typed back apologising, but still invited him anyway >"So you're level one... new, or have you been into this for a while?" >Garza assumed he meant games, and of course he had been into them! >"Yes, very long time.. much into it" >Of course, he typed very slowly, having no prior training and just his visits to the internet cafe >suddenly, the he was waiting for a match! >he was so very excited to begin his journey, and with another person.
>>463039765 >all of a sudden, there was little window on his screen >a match had been found, apparently! >Garza only realised just in time that he had to click "accept" before the little timer ran out, and click it he did >Suddenly, he was into a lobby, with the faces of many heroes gleaming across his screen >in the chat, everybody was saying "top" or "mid", all new terms to him! >Suddenly, somebody told him that he was "adc bot" because he hadn't picked and that was the only spot left >"o k... where is adc bot????" >he was just answered with "haha" and nothing else >he realised he only had a few more seconds, and clicked randomly on the screen >he read which character he apparently was... "Cho'Gath" >Cho'Gath didn't look like a nice hero...
>>463039830 >then, it was time! >Garza was shaking in his chair, in anticipation >All the others, however, were "summoning" already... he was only at 2%! >He didn't know how to type a message in this screen, and so waited >finally they were into a game, and immediately the others began typing >"Wow Greenclothes nice pc... wtf" >"Cho'Gath needs to upgrade, fucking hell" >he didn't know what to do... so he began clicking >his character, a big thing that reminded him of a dinosaur, began moving >he said something in a deep voice >unsure of what to do, Garza just walked out into the lands beyond his little base >Maybe he would get told what he was supposed to do soon? It didn't matter >He would do his best for the team! Maybe it was like the Four Light Warriors from that game all that time ago, but five, and they instead had to work together to help whatever this land was! >suddenly, more messages were coming through >"Wtf Greenclothes? fucking idiot i am mid" >Garza didn't know what was going on... his character was still moving, so he decided to try and reply >finally, he figured out that "enter" was a way to type a message >"i am sorry.. dont know where bot is??" >unfortunately, in the time it took Garza to type this message (a very long time) he had walked right into a turret >in a few blasts, he was dead >He jumped as his character fell to the ground, stone dead >the chat exploded with curses and people yelling at him >With tears in his eyes he apologized, and asked what to do... >As you can imagine, the game went terribly for Garza. >He died over and over, but he was learning fast! >He didn't know that the enemy champions were other people, but instead assumed them to be the villains >near the end of the game, with his team about to lose and him on 23 deaths, Garza tried to type another message >"am sry... i am frm Brazil, type slowly. i dont know what to do,."
>>463039893 >They all started making fun of him and insulting him after that, for some reason >He died again, and watched his champion fall through the crack in his precious screen >More tears fell down his already tear-streaked cheek, and Garza held down the power button until the computer switched off and went silent >Was every dream he had ever had just for this? >Was it all really this horrible... >He was worthless. His father was right... >He silently packed up his things and prepared for the long walk home, thanking the internet cafe employee as he left >Finally, in the evening, he made it home >he put the heavy pc down in his room, solemnly >his father was home shortly after him, and he wasted no time in getting drunk and coming for Garza... he beat him so badly that even his starved stomach managed to throw up bile, and he bled all over his rag bed >This time, though, he really didn't feel like ever getting back up...
>>463040136 >After a long time, Garza plugged his computer into the shack's only powerpoint (using an extension cable he'd scavenged a long time ago) and started it up again, with dead eyes >Apparently the old owner of the hard disc drive he'd saved up for hadn't wiped it, and there were things on it >He saw a folder labelled "games" and teared up again... >He opened it, to see rows and rows of icons... >One took his eye >"Halo" >It looked like a robot with a big gun >He opened it, unenthusiastically >He was surprised... as the loading screen popped up, he felt his old feeling creeping back into his mind >Then, the story... he was a cyborg, one of the last humans on a ship fleeing through space from horrible aliens! >He was humanity's last hope, against the worst of the galaxy! >Garza's mind was blown >He spent hours awake, fighting and fighting until finally he and Cortana managed to escape, and save all of humanity! >Garza cried in happiness, and his hands shook >He still had it... he could still do it! >He snuck out and walked down to a creek near his house, where he would wash the congealed blood from his face and fantasise about his fight with the Covenant, underneath the winking stars that gleamed so brightly. He'd never appreciated them before... >He felt like staying away from them for now, though, after playing Halo
>>463040149 Awesome, haha. The Russian one was even bigger! I'll link you to it. chanarchive dot org/4chan/b/66131
>>463040343 >Garza played through Halo again as soon as his father left for work, and he was just as full of adrenaline >He knew what to do now... he didn't need school here, he was far above the level of anybody else >He was going to walk right into town and find a job, no matter what >He spent the day listening to his mother cleaning the main room and playing yet another game, one called "Chrono trigger" on some kind of emulator the previous owner of the harddrive had. >He was amazed... it was mostly over his head, but he knew the gist >He was to lead a party that travelled back and forth through all of time, in order to keep their world at peace from various entities that sought to harm it >Mind was blown, again. He didn't get far before his father came home >Quickly, he saved, and stashed the computer out of sight >When the sun rose the next morning, Garza was well awake to receive it >At the age of eighteen he could easily get a job, if he put his mind to it >He'd been through much more, after all... >And compared to travelling through time to defeat an almost godlike figure... getting a job, was easymode. >Garza bathed for a long time in the local creek, and stole his fathers' best clothes (never worn, and he would never notice them missing) >Feeling cleaner than he had in many years, he made his way to the city >It was a very long walk, and as soon as Garza arrived he was almost too tired to begin asking for work >He'd played Chrono Trigger far too much last night... >The first thing he did was find his way to a net cafe. >"Hello, I am Garza. I would like a job here. Who can I speak to? I'm sorry if I am rude, I'm not sure how to go about this..." >The attendant at the counter, a young man with severe acne replied drily >"You're very straighforward about it, man. But I'm sorry, I'm new; the manager won't hire anybody else." >Garza apologized, and departed the store immediately >He saw a bookshop across the street, and with no other ideas headed right for it
>>463040489 >There was only an old man at the checkout when he walked it, and with his crumpled brown suit hanging past his hands he adopted the most sophisticated pose he could >He had his purpose, and he just needed to remember it when he spoke >"Excuse me, sir..." Garza said tentatively, even though he tried to be confident, like Crono when he encountered new people. >The old man walked to the counter and appraised him over it >"Yes, young man?" >"I... I would like to have a job here, if it is possible," Garza mumbled >The old man, it turns out, did need a hand around the store and had been thinking about hiring somebody... but he recognised a slumdog in an instant, suit or not >"I'm sorry, but I just can't have someone like you working in my shop. You'll scare away the customers." >Garza was crestfallen, but out of nowhere, he felt inspiration blooming in him >"So you do need an employee, though?" >"Well, that's neither... yes, but..." >"I will fill the role with all of my ability. Please... you know where I'm from and you must know what I would do to escape it. I would work to the bone for you, if it would get me to my goal..." >The old man laughed, even though he was impressed >"People like you shouldn't have goals at all! But let's hear it."
>>463040556 >"I'm going to be a game designer. I'm going to see through the eyes of the greatest hero, from any origin in any world. I am going to snatch the limitless possibilites and bring what I have to offer to the world... I will stop at nothing until I can finally play and create any game!" >Of course, this caught the old man well off guard. >However, it reminded him of the very reason he maintained a bookshop... he'd wished to be a writer, and he'd started books but never finished them >He'd instead stopped at this stage of his life, opening a shop and losing himself in the worlds other than this one for years... >He was touched, and a great nostalgia overwhelmed him hearing of Garza's plight >"How silly of you," he commented. >Garza was ready to retort, but the old man cut him off... >"I can't pay you much, seems I'll go out of business for hiring a slumdog like you. But i'll take you on. You're a strange kid... but yes. It won't be much, but it's up to you to take the job or not." >Garza was dumbfounded... he stood silently for an entire three minutes before replying "are you serious?!" >The old man grinned, beneath his grizzled white beard, but couldn't help feeling sad himself at the prospect of looking at a mirror of his younger self on a regular basis...
>>463040631 >he knew that having that kid around would constantly remind him of his failure, of the fact that he'd led a live of denial and stagnancy instead of taking the world by its horns as he'd planned... >Garza repeated his question >"For real?!" >The old man nodded again >Garza was stunned... it had been that easy! >He realized he had forgotten his manners, and thanked the man hastily >The old man proceeded to ask Garza his name and to tell Garza his own (Emilio), as well as giving him the details of the work he'd be doing (cash-in-hand) >As Garza left the store to run home (to be back tomorrow to do his first shift), Emilio shut the store early. He walked to his study at the end of his home (behind the shop) and blew dust from his first manuscript, with a tear in his eye. >Garza cheered and cheered, and told his mother that he had found a job >She smiled and hugged him >They both agreed to not tell his father, who would undoubtedly take the money from Garza... >They would say that Garza was instead going to a different school. His father would no doubt be nonchalant about it and wouldn't inquire... >Garza bounced around the house for hours, and hopped when his father almost broke his leg for being so joyous >In just one move he'd taken the first step he should have taken years ago... >He held the little green figure to his eyes and nodded to himself, slowly >He was on the way >He slept easily that night, sights set on the future
>>463040701 >He showed up for his first ever day of work two hours early, so that he wouldn't leave any possibility of being late >His mother had secretly given him enough money to buy some lunch, out of her own secret savings >With the change jingling in his pocket, he knocked on the door of the bookshop eagerly... >After a slight delay, Emilio was at the door smiling >"Are you ready to begin?" ... >In the weeks after his job started, Garza worked earnestly and worked hard, with the attitude of an adventurer on a quest >At first he left the books alone, but as he realized a job could be boring he read more and more of them >He was ploughing through books like they were nothing, and they only fed his incredible resolve to achieve >At first, customers scorned him >Some spat upon him and others refused to purchase anything, but Emilio still kept Garza there >One day, however, something went awry; a particularly beefy man with a beard lumbered into the store... he was clearly not there for books >Garza knew what he was there for, and gulped >"Come outside, now." >Garza stood still, and flatly said "no." >The gigantic man smiled, and said "I was hoping you'd come quietly." >Garza, unflinchingly, said "Well then fine, I suppose i can go outside with you if you insist." >He had a feeling he knew what was about... >He followed the big man out of the store, placing the book he had been reading upon the counter (The Hobbit, by JRR Tolkien) >There was a small crowd- an angry crowd- outside the store >They all jeered when Garza exited the store... unfortunately, there wasn't a main road close by and so what little passersby there were did just that... passed on by >"Go back to your fucking slum" barked the bearded man. >"We don't want you here, get the fuck out."
>>463040789 >Garza lowered his gaze, but still tried to speak up >"I haven't done anything to y-" >He gasped as the biker kicked him in the gut, and he doubled over into the mud >They didn't listen to him, and instead proceeded to mob him, kicking and punching >Garza just lay there and took it, wishing he had a magic ring so that he could disappear and wait for them to leave... >Finally, one of them struck a blow on his temple and he fell into semi consciousness >Barely awake, he noted the bearded man yelling as he left >"Get out of here, don't come back." >Garza bled into the mud for a while, before standing up and trying to get the mud off of his very best clothes >Finally, Emilio ran out of the store, bat in hand
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>>463040873 >"Garza! Are you alright? I can't believe this. I *knew* this would happen!" >Emilio dropped the bat and helped Garza into the store, giving him some old clothes and allowing him to take a shower >"You can go home... I'll pay you for the rest of today anyway," Emilio said, concerned. >He hesitated when he saw the dead look in Garza's eyes, before continuing >"I'll pay you at a normal rate now, too. If you don't want to come back, that's fine." >Garza was stunned, and thanked Emilio >Emilio was having none of it, however- he walked Garza far enough for it to be safe for him, and watched him limp off into the distance ... >Garza was in more pain than he had ever been in that night >His father laughed at the state he was in, as his mother stressed over him and examined him >Apparently he only had bruised ribs, no broken bones >Of course, a hospital was out of the question. >That would only happen if his life was on the line. >Garza lay awake for a while... he decided he'd stay home and finish playing Super Mario Bros on the emulator, even though he struggled to find its plot very enthralling >However, he would go back to work. In fact, he was no longer sad about it... >Here, he saw a challenge. A challenge he would wholeheartedly accept.
>>463042209 >A few days passed, and Garza was only left with the bruises >He put on the best clothes he could find... again (even though his very best were ruined from the mud) and trudged to the door >His mother tried her best to stop him, but he refused to listen >This was his first test as a man, and he would not fail. ... >Finally, he'd made it to the store for his appointed shift (Emilio jumped when he saw him, as he didn't think his favourite new friend was coming back) >Emilio had grown quite attached to Garza, despite the latter's origins >Emilio had never married, and never met anybody who even slightly shared his passion for fictional works. Garza had been a breath of fresh air in his life, and Emilio was very fond of him >Garza demanded to be allowed to work again, and Emilio caved in and allowed him to resume standing at the counter >It wasn't long before a customer scowled and scurried from the store, undoubtedly to bring the muscle to deal with something they couldn't themselves >Garza walked outside of the store and sat upon an old, broken down wall, waiting >He couldn't run from problems, if he expected to achieve his goal... he would face them and blast through them >He would weather them forever if need be... >Clutching his green tunic figure in his pocket to give him courage, he gulped as the bearded man from before entered the street
>>463043280 >Garza stood, slowly, balancing on the fragile flaked concrete of the wall >The bearded man was clearly confused as to why Garza was standing there, clearly waiting for him, and the procession behind the man (who apparently were jobless or *really* loved seeing poor people being beaten) began to whisper in hushed tones. >"Is he crazy?" "That slumdog is a complete idiot..." >Garza grinned >Finally, the man and the crowd stood before him >"I told you to not come back, slumdog. You're dead now." >"And if I am, will you not hear the words of a dead man? Or are you so disrespectful that you would force one to die in silence." >Garza wasn't sure who was more startled; him, or the crowd below him >The words had burst from him with power and confidence, and yet he was still scared out of his wits >The bearded man hesitated... he couldn't see why not >Go ahead then." >Garza froze. He hadn't expected that. Now he didn't know what he was going to say... finally, he had something. >"How many of you have children here?" >The crowd stared up at him, in silence. Passersby were now also joining the small crowd, curiosity piqued. >This worked to Garza's favour.
>>463044257 >The more people who weren't after him in the crowd, the more likely he wouldn't be lynched in the street >He continued, even though none answered him >"Fine. Those of you who *do*, I want you to go home and tell your children about what you have done. I want you to tell your wife, your mother- that you assaulted a boy with the intent to kill him just because he was poor. I want you to look in a mirror if you follow this man today, and see yourself as an individual. I want you to look yourself in your fucking eye and say "I am proud of what I have done." >Garza caught the guilty shifting of feet, the lowering of eyes... the bearded man faltered briefly. Garza understood now... his weapon was not a longsword or magic... it was his words. And what a weapon they were. >"You can't do that. Because you know i'm just a poor fucking kid trying to live. I have been hungry for not a few days, but for more years than I can remember. The beating I received is almost a regular occurrence. I imagine you people, who live in the city, work hard for your money. I wish to as well. I wish to wake up and smile, and to look forward to a new day. And for that, you would kill me?" >The crowd was in full mental retreat now. Now, their guards were down and they were just listening >"I bleed just like you, and I feel just like you all. Even though I come from the slums, I hurt just like anybody from the city. And you all know it; that is why you fight so hard to keep the reality that a crowd of human beings is dying on your doorstep away from you.
>>463045614 >I don't want you to help them; just to please, learn. Learn that a human's worth is determined by their soul and not their blood. All I want to do is work at a bookstore, at the moment. Is that so much to ask? I don't think so. So please- go about your daily lives, without innocent blood on your hands. That's it; I have a dream, and I will reach it. To do so, at the moment, I need this job. If you still want to stop me, then stop me from walking right back through that door and doing that job."
>>463045691 >Garza gulped once more, and clambered down from the wall, taking care not to trip with his broken sneakers >He somehow knew he'd won, and walked calmly >The now-large crowd parted, and the bearded man simply hesitated before walking away, back to whatever life he had >Garza walked back through the door to the counter, and took the biggest sigh of relief humankind has ever known >Emilio hobbled from his room wide eyed >"I thought you were dead, kid!" >"Not yet, but if that keeps happening then I will be very dead." >Emilio laughed, also relieved >"I'm taking you out to grab some food after that, almost gave me a heart attack!" >Garza arrived back home late that night, with a full belly for the first time in longer than he could remember >his father punched him for "disrespecting his household" but he didn't care >He wiped the blood away and had a very solid session of Doom III, before depositing the day's pay in a sack buried behind the shack (with the rest of his newly earned money) and falling into a dreamless sleep. ... >The community around the store accepted Garza after his theatrics with the crowd, and soon he became known for his intense fervour to enjoy life >Of course, none actually befriended him other than Emilio, and the occasional customer tried to spit on him or insult him >He didn't mind though- he'd come a long way from glimpsing the world he loved so much from the last breath of a dying NES.
>>463047320 >After a long while, Garza finally decided he had saved enough money to go where he had always dreamed of going- America. >He hadn't been able to buy anything more than his old computer because of his father, but he'd saved almost every dollar he'd earned over the past year and a half >He was going to get on a plane and live in America, and find one of the many game developers whose names he'd seen littered on his posters and other merchandise >He didn't care how he did it- he just knew he could, if he put his everything into it >The fact that everything might not have been enough, and that the world does not shift aside for those who show resolve, did not visit Garza's mind at all.
>>463048427 >Finally, after a while more, the day came >Garza was well and truly a man now, and Emilio had hired somebody else in preparation for his departure >He'd bid his goodbyes to his mother and collected all the money he had... he hated leaving her with his father, but when he had enough money he would be getting her out of that shack. >He arrived at the airport on a warm morning in an October not so long ago, with everything he owned in a single, beaten brown leather suitcase >Most of it was gaming memorabilia, as well as his favourite books from the store >He bought a ticket, and sat in seat waiting for his flight stunned beyond belief >He was sitting in an airport, surrounded by normal people, about to get on a plane and fly! >Someone like him, here... he silently appraised the green tunic figure (he still didn't know what the hero was from) as he waited >Finally, the time came, and he followed the instructions of the staff to the letter because he was terrified >Finally, the time came... he sat in his seat next to a man who he was sure had eaten enough food to satisfy ten families for a week with his hands clenched and eyes wide open >The obese gentleman turned and saw Garza's face, before chuckling and shaking his head >Garza had completely forgotten that he had fear of flying; he'd struggled to use a Banshee in Halo, back then. >The plane's engines roared into action, and a low throbbing was felt >Garza stayed frozen in his seat, as the Donkey Kong-esque man beside him's sides exploded all over the cabin
>>463049757 >The plan left the ground, and needless to say Garza's journey to America began with a horrific terror he had never experienced before and would hopefully never experience again >The rest of the plane trip, Garza felt his fear ebbing from him and he attempted to relax, reading a book about the Battle of Stalingrad as the gentleman beside him set about attempting to empty every foodstore in the plane. >The descent began, and eagerly Garza pressed his face against the glass >He was inbound for Washington DC, the home of his personal favourite developer: Valve. >He had loved Half Life 1 and 2 (even though his PC had barely been able to run the second) and worshipped Gaben, like any sane human would >He saw the city lit up beneath him and was in awe >He bet that those people had a shower at least once a week... he hoped he'd be able to find an apartment he could afford >Nevermind that: his first stop was Valve HQ in Bellevue, to ask for work there. He doubted they would allow him to, but he would try nonetheless.
>>463050619 It doesn't. I meant "in synchronization" but fucked it up.
>>463051073 >Finally, he was at ground level. >Garza revised his already hasty plan and decided he'd wait for Valve to open, and instead set about finding somewhere to sleep for the night >It was only a three hour walk before he found a motel he liked, and he checked in tentatively, as he wasn't sure how to go about it >His english was average, but he was good enough to get across that he was after the cheapest room possible >The lady took the freshly exchanged money he offered her as if it might be dirty and told him the way >He was expecting even worse than his pile of rags and junk when he walked into the clean, white room with a single pristine, white bed and small bathroom off to the side. >He even had his own TV! A flatscreen, neatly lined up against the wall. >He thought maybe this wasn't the cheaper room, but was far too tired to go back and do anything about it >He dumped his suitcase on the ground and instantly made for the bed, feeling almost as if he should sleep in it lest he ruin how perfectly clean it looked.
>>463052178 >Garza awoke refreshed well before the time he was due out of the room, and checked out happily >He'd just spent a night in absolutely luxury, and it had been the "cheapest" room available >He had plenty of cash left, but still decided to find himself a job as soon as possible >Shamelessly, Garza asked a man reading a newspaper on a bench near the motel where he would be able to get a job, in a heavy accent >The man was apparently horrified, and quickly walked away with his head down >Garza simply stood there, dumbfounded, before realising they must hate poor people in the USA as well >A disappointing development, but one he could accept- he'd had a lifetime of it, already. >He decided to simply head for the biggest buildings he could see, off in the distance- and when he finally reached them, he noticed two golden arches over some kind of fancy restaurant forming a big "M" >He didn't think a place of such obvious sophistication would even consider hiring him, but he still entered the store as confidently as he could >He found himself in a line of mostly obese people, and waited patiently as they all ordered surprisingly cheap food that looked far more delicious than anything Garza had eaten in his life >When he reached the counter, he simply asked in the most eloquent english he could muster >"Good afternoon, I was wondering if I would be able to find employ here?" >The employee looked Garza up and down before answering "the manager is around, so I'll send her to you. Wait by the side please, unless you're ordering something." >Garza, suddenly feeling incredibly hungry even though he'd eaten the morning before today, ordered the food depicted on the biggest sign in the store, to make it easier. He paid and sat down where the employee had indicated, patiently.
>>463053895 >Eventually, a lady who seemed much older than the other employees wearing a different uniform came and greeted Garza >She appeared to find something about him incredibly infatuating, somehow, and quickly ducked behind a pillar to fix her hair before approaching him >"Uh... um... hello! Sir. What can I do for you?" she said, giggling. >Garza was so very confused. >"I was uh... wondering if I could be employed here? I would work very hard." >The lady appeared to be distracted, however, instead appearing to give up some kind of internal battle and hissing >"Oh my god where are you from?" >When Garza answered, she practically moaned and gushed "I *LOVE* Brazil you have no idea. I have never met anybody from Brazil, but-" >You get the idea. She was suddenly obsessed with Garza, like a weaboo but with a love for Brazil instead >To his immense surprise, he lucked out again and she offered a job >With a secret catch. >The catch was that he had to visit her after every shift and have dinner with her, whilst wearing the brazilian flag and a pair of underwear with the brazilian flag on them >Garza was quite shocked, but he would do anything for work >He agreed, and she practically overloaded with joy >Garza left the "McDonald's", as he found it was called, stunned beyond belief >He'd lucked out again! >The lady's name had been Kaity, and she'd told him to come back the next day to discuss his job over dinner, and that she would take him back to hers after her shift >He was severely weirded out, but his resolve far outstripped his fear of creepy women >Garza, our vidya loving hero, now called himself a proud McDonald's employee, firmly believing he was at the fanciest place in America.
>>463055434 >Garza decided to hold off his inevitable visit to Valve a while longer, instead finding a spot in an alley near McDonald's to rest after his superb Big Mac meal >Using a rolled up cardboard box Garza had a decent sleep, despite the weather >He awoke with the sunrise, and took a leisurely walk around the general neighbourhood, being careful to not lose his way ... >He entered the McDonald's at exactly six pm, when the manager had told him to >She met him and embraced him firmly, scaring the living shit out of him >He'd never been hugged by anybody other than his mother before, and he almost threw her into a stack of meal trays >He explained apologetically, and she apparently thought it adorable >Finally, they were back at hers >She disappeared for a bit, before returning to her living room in nothing but a bikini (green and gold, of course), holding a flag and underwear >"Well? Put them on." >And go Garza did. (I feel that I should mention, Kaity was a 7/10, even though quite batshit crazy So Garza's doing alright!) >He felt quite odd sitting at a stranger's table with them both in Brazilian underwear, eating Brazilian food >Perhaps she thought this a normal practice in Brazil? >Perhaps rich people in Brazil actually did this. Garza would never have known. >It ended up being quite an enjoyable night, when Kaity finally got down to explaining the job and that Garza would need to sort out a bank account and all that jazz >He bid her goodnight, and asked her to kindly remain on the other side of the door as he changed back into his clothes.
>>463057139 >That night, he found a park and longingly stared at his cracked pc, wishing he had power to play some games on it. >He lay back on the grass and smiled at the stars, before falling asleep sprawled on his back. >Garza awoke early, and met Kaity for his arranged lift to work >He hadn't told her that he was literally a homeless immigrant, but he hoped she'd surmised as much >If she knew as much about Brazil as she said, she'd know perfectly well the "GIBI MONI PLS HUEHUEHUE" complex afflicting Brazil that Garza was unfortunately a part of, for now >His first day at work was incredible >He served so many people food, and they were all polite to him! >One actually said "I'm sorry, you messed up my order" >He full on apologised like he cared for Garza, and this certainly brightened his day significantly >Then, after a while, the behemoth from the plane came into the store! >Garza could tell by the glasses, and that incredible mass >The man said hello to Garza, also recognising him, and then ordered almost everything on the menu... twice. >Garza was stunned, and asked the man if he was feeling okay >He held up three fingers >"How many fingers am I holding up?" Garza managed to say >The man appeared to have something deep inside of him snap, at that moment >I continued holding my three fingers up >"Come on sir, how many fingers?" >The man had been thrown into an apoplectic fit, and his mouth refused to form the word three >He was turning purple and his eyes were beginning to bleed when suddenly he collapsed to the ground, clutching his heart >I ran to his aid, and I yelled for somebody to call 911 (I thanked my reading habits for me knowing that) >I rummaged through his pockets and retrieved a wallet, to find out his name >I dropped the wallet when I saw his ID, stunned...
>>463058638 >The ID that Garza had retrieved... was that of the great, the revered Gabe Newell; CEO of Valve >Garza mouthed wordlessly as Gaben flailed on the ground before him >He had done what no man should ever do... he had tried to make Gaben acknowledge that "three" exists >Finally, a reinforced ambulance arrived and took Gaben (with the help of a crowd of people to put him into it) >Garza sat down in shock, and Kaity consoled him; he'd done his best >He agreed, and went back to work ... >The time had finally come to go to Valve, and to tell them of his desire and prove himself. >He'd worked at McDonalds (and dressed in his brazil undies every day seems he had moved in with Kaity when she discovered his homelessness) for a long enough time, and today he took the bus to Bellevue, the final destination of his long, long journey >He stood outside of Valve for a while, clutching the little green tunic man as he always had when he was nervous
>>463059605 >He entered, and was blown away by all of the gaming memorabilia filling the lobby... he recognised everything from Half Life, at least. >He asked the receptionist about getting a job in the straightforward manner that he had lucked out on twice before, and she just laughed >Garza asked again and she realized he was serious >"Well, submit your resumé and we'll look over it. What are your qualifications?" >Garza's heart sunk. He didn't have any, at all. >"I finished my fifth year at school," he answered meekly >The lady laughed heartily, and continued to do so >Garza was red in the face with embarrassment >"Come back when you really mean it. Until then I have important matters to attend to." >Garza didn't know what to do... he just sat stunned for a while >Then, the doors opened and in game the man himself >Garza was ashamed, though >"Hello, Cynthia!" Gaben said, his gilded voice soothing the room in its entirety, gliding through Garza's soul on rainbow wings of gold >Garza looked at the ground, and Gaben recognised him immediately >"Oh, hello there!" >There was an awkward silence >Garza apologised with all of his heart, and Gaben accepted it gracefully >"No harm done. Well, except to my aorta. That's kind of important but yeah." >Garza then asked it on impulse >"Will you allow me to be a game developer for your company? I'll be the most dedicated person here. I won't let you down!" >Gaben looked Garza up and down, before slowly shaking his head >Garza's heart broke in that moment >"I can't let you just grab a job here, friend. Not how it works. You seem like a nice guy, albeit too scared of planes to make polite conversation, but I can't just let you into Valve because of that. I'm sorry. Grab some experience, or send me some material you've created and then I'll see." >Garza's shattered heart melded back together in a flash of heat >"So if I give you a great concept, the best game plot you have ever seen, you'll take me on? You'll give me a chance?!"
>>463061245 >The answer was yes. >Garza bid Gaben and his assistant goodbye, and marched out of Valve with the fire still blazing in his heart >He could do it... he could do it! >He rented out a motel room and pirated word on his old, salvaged pc, and he began to create his masterpiece immediately >Every scrap of love he had felt for gaming, for the setting, the plot, the adrenaline, sacrifice, hate, anger and passion was unleashed in that room >He poured it all from his stitched heart in molten torrents, and it flowed across the screen like the poetry it was >This tale... tears would be shed, and people would rise through the portal that was his epic you just lost it >Garza didn't sleep >How could one sleep with such intensity rushing through them? How could Garza have ever slept, with every single moment of his life since he turned on that NES so many years ago singularly focused on the work he did now. >In one single night, it was completed >Garza checked out of the motel and used his hard drive to print his work from a printer at a net cafe... it was glory >Anybody who played would rise to new levels... they would be completely immersed >The character's pains would be theirs, the backbreaking decisions and sacrifice would be felt... it was perfection >And this wasn't just personal bias... Garza knew what he had created. >He decided to take a long walk around the city before finding his way back to Bellevue
>>463062475 >Garza eventually ended up in a place that reminded him of home... >Black people lined the streets, and the houses were far more decrepit >He just clutched his suitcase in one hand, and stack of his game's plot and design in the other >held it right against his beating heart >He wondered how Gaben would react upon receiving this... would he take a while? Would he instantly love it? Wou-" >"Hey, wetback! Whatcho doin' down these parts, son?" >Garza looked up, startled >There was a small group of afro americans in front of him, blocking his way off of the street >"I'm just going for a walk" Garza mumbled >They laugh... Garza knows he has made a mistake >They ask him what's in the suitcase >"Nothing" he says, clutching it to his breast along with the master game's plot >They moved closer... Garza moved back a step. >"We're gonna see what's in yo' bag, nigga. And if we like it, we gon' take it." >Garza had come too far for this... he was going to run. He was just going to- >"Gotcha!" yelled the man who had snuck up behind Garza
>>463063645 >Garza fell to the ground, arms grabbed >The pages literally containing his life essence scattered in the breeze, drifting partway across the street as they stole his suitcase and began to run >He screamed, and kept on screaming >Garza had never yelled in his life... he'd taken everything quietly, with his head up >He knew he'd pull through to see the next day... >But now, this was too far. Garza screamed and screamed, struggled as hard as he could. >They ripped his bulky, white, cracked PC from the case and let it fall to the road, they threw his keyboard and took all of his money, all of the money he had earned over all that time... he had almost died to have the chance to earn it... >All of his memorabilia scattered, they stamped on it and swore, and then they ran with the money >"What about this nigga?!" yells the guy on top of Garza >"Shank him!" >The man reached inside of his baggy jacket, Garza's arms pinned underneath his legs...
>>463064632 >He whipped a switchblade out and flipped it open >Without hesitation, he plunged it into Garza's back, through his cheap, crumpled shirt >The blade went between two ribs, and pierced deep >Garza's body exploded in pain and he writhed on the ground, shouting and sobbing >His blood flowed onto the pages scattered around him, crimson staining the works he had poured his soul into >With hazed eyes Garza scanned the words he had written darkening... >He'd given his all, and he'd at least come this far >He watched a teardrop splash upon the page with the protagonist's name in large print across the top... >Garza's head lay limp on the road, body surrounded by blood and his perfect game, his ticket to the dream he had broken the chains of poverty and of hate for >His last thought before blackness filled his world was that perhaps someone might pick up the pages and read them... >That perhaps he hadn't left his home and come so far to die face down on a road, over a few bundles of paper that people used to buy things.
>>463065702 >In the man's pocket was only a card for Valve Corporation >"You recognise the place?" Jonas yelled to Andy >"Yeah, it's in Bellevue! They took his wallet and ID... hopefully they know who he is!" >"You call them... I'll call the ambulance!" >The man was mumbling something, and Jonas had to lean in to hear it... >"The... pages... please... just keep the game together..." >"Alright buddy... all right. First we're getting you to hospital though... so you hang in there!" >Garza's eyes closed again, and he was completely unconscious ... >When Garza awoke, he was in another posh, white bed... >His back was in much pain... and then he remembered what had happened to him >He sat up, with his head in his hands and sobbed >"Everything... is gone..." >"Not quite," echoed a calm voice from the bedside >Gaben. It was Gaben, sitting beside Garza....in his hands was a stack of paper, some of the sheets of which were partially covered in congealed blood >"Cynthia told me we had a call about an employee who'd been mugged and stabbed... they said it was a Brazilian guy with nothing but a suitcase and a Valve card, and I just knew it was you. You're a lucky kid... very lucky." >Gaben smiled briefly, before continuing. >"I've had plenty of time to read your plot... and I'm going to hand this to my development team, and make sure they let you in on the project. I'll keep you covered until you can make some money- and you will, with us... my friend, it looks like you made it. That is, if your game does well- which I assume it will. Are you... ready for this?" >Garza broke down, sobbing into his hands in happiness >He couldn't even stop to thank Gaben, or anything... >He just kept on sobbing, filled with memories of the first time he'd turned on that NES and the first time he'd played Halo on his very own PC... he saw green tunic sword man on his bedside table and wiped the tears away >"I'm ready," Garza said. "Yeah... I'm ready."