Avid Gamer In The Apocalypse
Avid Gamer In The Apocalypse
Author: Ugo Lee
CHAPTER 1
Author: Ugo Lee
last update2025-08-11 02:00:56

"Come on, it's still at two downloads? Why is no one playing my masterpiece?" A man who sat at his workbench lamented in a sorrowful tone as he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He had been on his computer for hours, and his eyes were red with bags under them.

"It's been three years since the Aero game was released on Eyeplay, and no one has yet to d******d it," the man known as Everett Lang muttered as he leaned back in his chair, eyes glued to the screen.

Everett was a 23-year-old avid gamer who was a professional in all types of RPG and survival games. But among all the games he played, his favorite was Blood Battlefield.

A game that was launched seven years ago and quickly gained popularity within a few weeks. In less than two weeks, the game already had a total of one billion downloads on Eyeplay, and every individual around the country and beyond was addicted.

Everett was one of the addicts. He played the game on his outdated personal computer day in and day out, and he also downloaded it on his phone in case he was away from home.

Everett was so in love with the Blood Battlefield game that he got fired from work because he was caught playing the game during work hours.

After getting fired from work, Everett knew he had to do something if he wanted to survive. Finding another job in the city wasn't on Everett's list since most companies and shops only hired people who graduated from university with high grades, and Everett was a school dropout.

His parents died when he was in his first year, and he had no choice but to drop out since he couldn't afford the fees anymore.

Since no company would hire him, he chose to create something with the little knowledge he had about programming from when he was a kid. He chose to create his own game after being inspired by the Blood Battlefield game.

The game creation took him months because he had to add several tough levels and also features that hadn't been used in other games.

The game was similar to Blood Battlefield, but Blood Battlefield was more advanced than Everett's since it was created by professionals who had several essential tools and materials.

After several months of creating the game and adding all that needed to be added, Everett finally launched it on the Eyeplay app where it would be easy for people to d******d it on their computers and mobile phones.

But unlike Blood Battlefield, which only took one week to gain billions of players, Everett's game took three years to get two downloads. And the two downloads were him downloading it on his phone and computer.

"What's the matter? What didn't I do right?" Everett questioned himself as he sat there helplessly. "This game is far more interesting and tougher than Blood Battlefield if you ask me, but no one seems to be interested. Could it be because of the graphics?" Everett mused.

His game's graphics weren't on the level of the Blood Battlefield game, since he lacked the equipment to add good graphics. But the graphics couldn't be the problem why no one was downloading.

One could only tell if a game's graphics were bad if they downloaded the game and played, but no one had even bothered downloading, which made Everett even more confused.

"I guess it was a waste of time and money after all. I shouldn't have created it in the first place." Everett let out a sigh as he stood up from the chair and stretched his arms and body while yawning.

He walked towards the window and glanced outside. The morning sun was already shining brightly, and the sounds of birds chirping could be heard.

"It's morning already, and I didn't even realize." Everett mused. He had been up all night trying to craft more interesting and captivating modes and missions in his game that he lost track of time.

"I better get dressed for work. Damn it, I hate that job." Everett frowned as he headed towards the bathroom.

While Everett began his game creation three years ago, he quickly realized that he would need lots of money to make it happen.

He searched for jobs in several companies and shops, but no one accepted him because he was a dropout.

But after several weeks of searching, he finally got a job in a store as a salesman. He hated the job badly, but he had to do it since he needed cash for his game.

In less than ten minutes, Everett stepped out of the bathroom now dressed in his work uniform. He combed his sporty black hair, grabbed his phone, and exited the one-room apartment.

Everett headed to the bus station after leaving his apartment and stood there in the station, waiting for a bus with other people.

While Everett stood there waiting, he took out his phone and went to the Eyeplay app to request them to remove his game from the app.

He saw no reason to still leave the game on the app when no single person had downloaded it for the past three years.

"I guess I'll just stick to being an avid gamer and not a game creator." Everett mused as he clicked on the app. The moment the Eyeplay app opened and he saw his game, his eyes widened in shock.

"Wait, it was two downloads this morning. But now." Everett couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the screen in shock.

"But now it's three!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, causing the people around him to shift their gazes towards him and glare at him in anger and hate.

"Someone actually downloaded my game!" He shouted once more with joy evident in his voice. "Let me see who downloaded it."

Everett swiftly clicked on the profile of the person that downloaded, and the second he caught a glimpse of the name, his mouth widened even more.

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