“Welcome.”

“WELCOME!”

All this said by a voice.

“What the….” I say, rubbing my head. My hearts pounding and my eyes burning.

I try to think but I can’t, the only thing I can remember last is walking up to my wife’s apartment, we’ve been living separately for the past couple of months, but I didn’t think anything of it. Now I’m here. With….

“Ow!” I yelp.

A sharp pain jabs my leg.

A…lizard? A lizard is biting my leg. I rub my eyes some more.

“Oh holy crap.” I say as the tiny little lizard grows. Into a much, much bigger lizard. Yeah, a Komodo dragon. Standing in front of me. Apparently.

A door lifts up and I go flying out into a large pit. And the Komodo dragon comes after me. And lands on my stomach.

“Oh, grand mother of all.” I groan.

Two men step out into the arena and they could hear the crowd screaming in a language they couldn’t understand. I’m only assuming this here though.

“State your name.” The first man says.

“Uh, my name. Why can’t I remember my name!”

I respond panickly.

“Figured as much, doom shock can cause that sort of thing. I’ll just assign you a name then.” The first man says with a smirk.

“How about….Grand Servant. And you serve this here beast. Don’t let it get to your head though.”

The second man says finally.

“Hooray.” I say flatly.

“Please welcome to the arena, finally introduced to himself. The Graaaaaand….SERVANT! With his great ruler and Lord. King Drake.”

“For the record, I did not choose that name! Or his name either! Let me out of here you psychos!”

“Well I don’t care particularly, in fact, I think we should get on with this maniacal campaign.” The announcer says.

His name ironical enough. Is The Announcer.

His parents either really hated him, or it stands for something.

And as I’m thinking about this horrible person, the floor drops out from under me.

“Welcome, Servant!” He spits.

“And King Drake.” He says that politely to the freaking KOMODO DRAGON. Easily the worst animal. It’s not even a real dragon. And “Oh you have got to be kidding me.” That Komodo dragon. Grows into an actual dragon. A small one, but a fire breathing death machine. Cliche. I think not.

“To. The. Dungeon!”

A bar appears over head Drake and I. With a tiny number to the side of it. I can’t believe it. I’m not on an alien planet. I’m in a freaking video game.

With a dragon. I hate my life.

A weird looking women walks up to me. It’s my wife. Of course. Just throw all of the plot twists to me.

“Greetings player. Before you have the option to die, you may choose one free item from my holy grail. But the rest you must buy.”

“With what money Deb?”

“You may choose from, a mace, a sword, or a laser rifle. One costs three folds, the other two, and the last 5 hundred fold. Pick which one you want.”

“Ok I can assume that the laser rifle is pricy, so I’ll go with the sword.”

“Congrats…….loading, loading, Player name insert. You have chosen the item that cost 5 hundred fold! Now pay up.”

I turn to the “king”, “You got anyone money, my liege.”

The dragon just growls.

“Well I’m broke. So I won’t choose anything.”

My wife’s grin fades, did I forget to mention that she had a grin on her face.

“You must pay, or die.”

“Yeah no. Let’s just get on with-

BOOM!

Game over, please insert coin to restart, please insert.

Game. Done.

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This came from absolutely nowhere. This concept just popped in my mind. It’s so weird. But I find it funny, hopefully you did too!