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I walked into the kitchen. If the power was out, it would be better not to open the fridge. Maybe it would come back on sooner than I feared? There was bread in the cupboard and-
Congratulations!
Your planet has been selected for the latest round of Maffiyir!
What? I spun around, backtracking to be sure the TV wasn’t on.
Survive to the end to be granted not only a sponsored citizenship in the Commonwealth, but permanent ownership of all the vast riches you’ve managed to accumulate throughout the game.
The TV was definitely off. And the volume of the announcements didn’t change as I moved. It didn’t sound like it was coming from inside my head, but from someone right in front of me… but it sounded that way no matter which way I looked, or where I walked.
In order to level the playing field for all participants, all electronic wiring has been ruined and most combustible materials have been neutralized.
I stopped walking around. All electronics? On the whole planet? And combustibles… like gasoline?
In compensation for this, every sentient resident of this planet is receiving one ability of their choice! The possibilities are --
“Kids!” I shouted. “Wait! Don’t you dare select an ability! We need to talk first.”
--but do know that the impact of such abilities may be more minimal than expected, until properly supported. A list of recommended starting abilities will be provided upon request following this introductory message. Simply state “Interface: Ability Options” to see the list.
The game will continue until the sentients of this planet have claimed at least 30% of the non-liquid surface area, or until only 5% of participants remain. Face the challenges before you to grow in strength and earn rewards. Good luck!
Five percent? They - whoever or whatever had sent this message - thought what they’d done might be lethal to 95% of humanity? Part of me just wanted to laugh. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand. It definitely hurt. I wasn’t dreaming. This didn’t seem like it could be real, but I would have to treat it as real. If ...
I swallowed. Something that could kill 95% of humanity. And here I was, at home with a nine-year-old, a six-year-old, and a three-year-old. My husband was away on a business trip, too. He would have been home late tonight. If only he was here now!
Keeping the kids safe would be so much easier with any other adult to help out, but Vincenzo wasn’t any other adult. I knew some marriages that seemed to work well where each partner had their own hobbies and interests--and it wasn’t like we did everything together. Just, you know… 90% of things. Both of us were big fa...
I clamped down on my rising panic. It didn’t matter how much harder it was. I was a mom. My kids needed me, and Vince needed me to take care of them. I could stress later.
“Kids! Micah, Gavin, Cassie! Into the family room, NOW!”
After a moment, the boys thundered into the room, Micah tripping over a toy as his eyes scanned back at forth. I looked behind me, but everything looked normal.
“You okay, buddy? Did you see something weird?”
He focused on me for a second, looking amused. “Well, yeah, Mom. This Interface is super weird, don’t you think?”
I gave him the Mom Voice. “You didn’t pick an ability yet, did you?”
He looked offended. “No! You said not to. I’m just looking. Have you not looked at it yet?”
“Uh… not yet. Um. Interface.”
Words swam in front of my face, but I hesitated before starting to read them. “You two better not pick anything. Let me look at this.” I raised my voice. “CASSIE! You get your butt in here! Don’t make me start counting.”
I heard a tiny “Ughhhh,” muffled by the distance and walls. “I’m coming.”
My little threenager.
I rolled my eyes and took a look at the floating text.
Meghan Moretti
Novelty: n/a
Abilities: none
No stats, unless “novelty” was some strange idea of one, but it was hard not to think of a video game when you saw floating text like that. Not that I’d ever named a character after myself. With all the weirdos out there? No, thank you. Seeing my own, real, name up there gave the experience a creepy touch of uncanny va...
“Ability options,” I muttered.
Here are twelve starting ability options suggested for your species!