1.02 A Day at GeeksCon


I woke up and felt a pain in my stomach, I was hungry. I knew I had to eat but after yesterday I was kind of afraid to. I went into the kitchen and searched the fridge. Perfect. I thought. Something I can make without an oven. I grabbed the fruit and put it in a bowl, stirring it together.

Ring, ring, ring. I picked up my phone.


“Hello” I said

“Hey it’s Miko,” she said joyfully, “We have a spot open at the government center and I remember you said you were looking for a job. Well I happen to be pretty close with the boss if you’re interested.”

“Really? Of course I’m interested!”

“Awesome! I’ll let him know,” she paused for a few seconds then kept going, “Oh hey also I was wondering if you wanted go to GeeksCon with me.”

My mind started racing. Was this a date? What does this mean? How should I react? What should I say? What even is GeeksCon? I exhaled heavily, trying to calm down. “Yeah sure! When do you want to meet?” I asked as calm as possible.

“Lets meet there at noon,” she said.

“Ok I’ll see you there,” I said clearly excited. I hung up and started getting ready.


Miko quickly became my first friend, I mean just friends is okay and all but I’m not closed to anything else…

I got into my car and drove to Karaoke Bar.

“Hey!” I said walking up to her.

“Oh hey! Follow me,” she replied, obviously up to something. I followed her like she wanted. We stopped and she pointed to one of the games.

“What?” I asked. I didn’t know what she wanted me to do, thinking back it was kind of obvious, but hey, I was confused.

“Play it,” she said giggling at how clueless I was.


I have to admit, it was pretty fun and as you can tell, I got into it.

I stepped onto the machine and lights started flashing around me. I grabbed a block here, moved it there, and repeat. I finished the game and stepped off. My score flashed in front of me in big, bold, light blue text, 235.

Miko stepped up behind me, “Hah, not bad for your first time,” she smirked, but one of those friendly smirks, when you’re with your friends and you pick on them kind of smirks, “My high score is 678.”

She grabbed my hand and lead me over to the shirt and food booths. I looked around and saw some…interesting people to say the least.


Even though her costume was spot on, she looked overall angry. I wonder why, but at the same time I am terrified to talk to her.


This was my personal favorite, Llama Man. I saw this one and I just laughed, but in a good way. She, thankfully, didn’t seem to mind.


We both bought a shirt and some food. The shirt was really cool to be honest, I just don’t know if it was worth the money, I mean without a solid job I really shouldn’t be making crazy purchases.


The day quickly went by and, well, it was probably one of the best in awhile. Which is pretty weird considering I was only in town for day or two. I got home around 7:00pm and it was dark already. I laid down  and went to bed.


Even though I was asleep I got a visitor, really creepy considering I don’t know him.


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1.01- A New Start


What stood out the most were her tears. The clear liquid that poured from her eyes, whether they were from joy or pain was unknown.

My mother and I did not end on a positive note, that’s for sure, and my ‘father’, well, he was to drunk to even respond, and if he was sober he would have probably beaten me for the accusations I was making. Thankfully him being sober is a joke at this point, my mom described that it as ‘About as likely as him getting a job’.


Growing up a Huffman wasn’t easy. Owning that last name was about as bad as being excommunicated in the 1400’s, which if you’re a history buff like me, it was real bad. Having that last name disgusted me, it carried to much weight. It’s the main reason why I changed my surname to Myers, the maiden name of my mom.

My father was labeled as a lazy alcoholic who couldn’t hold a job, and my mother, well, the city whore. She wasn’t loyal. Throughout their marriage she slept around and to be completely honest, I don’t blame her. The way he treated her was disgusting,  I don’t want to go into the specifics, but believe me, it was bad. She stopped loving him, no, she never loved him, but that wasn’t a shared feeling. He loved her, but it wasn’t normal it was more of an obsession.

The weight of my mother’s and father’s reputation took its toll after awhile. Getting a job was nearly impossible and gaining any type of relationships was a lot worse.

Even knowing about my moms past,  she was still my mom. I loved her, mainly because she was the only person who actually cared about me.

Thinking back to my last words to her, I am mortified at myself. The words that left my lips left me stunned.

“You weren’t a mom, you were never a mom. I raised myself as you were whoring around the town. Not only did you leave me alone, you left me alone with him. Now I don’t want to hear anything from you, let me leave in peace…”

She stood silently while I grabbed my stuff and left without looking back.


Now I stand alone in front of my new home. A new start. A new life. Fitting I found myself settling in the town of Newcrest. 

All I can think about is how this is where I will find love, this is where my future children will grow up, this will town hold so many memories that I will cherish for life. It’s hard to believe that my legacy will live on and take over this town. 

I take my first steps in my home and I finally realize that I am actually on my own. I mean I knew I was on my own, but I didn’t know. I never realized how much freedom I would gain from not relying on my parents to supply food and a roof over my head.

I grab the first box and begin to unpack, one box after another my home begins to feel more like, well, a home. The bookshelf was filled, my closet was neatly organized and my heart filled to the brim with excitement.


After working all day unpacking I realized I had been ignoring my hunger, so I did what any normal person would do and went to the kitchen and started cooking, HUGE mistake. In an instant my oven burst into flames. It was one of those cheap ones, used and came with the house. I don’t see why I trusted it in the first place, the burners were rusted and it was covered in a chipping white coat of paint, brush strokes visible. My heart was racing and I began to panic. I grabbed the fire extinguisher that was in the cabinet under the sink and I put it out in time.

At about this time I was in the state of stress/panic where I wanted to cry, vomit or both. I needed fresh air.


I stepped outside and took a walk, examining my new surroundings closely. No other houses in sight. The only other building in town is some restaurant which is under construction, at least that’s what I’ve heard.


I eventually ran into someone else. She introduced herself and I did the same. 

“So what brings you to Newcrest?” I asked.

“I just wanted to explore the world, see what it has to offer. I mean,” she looked around “not much but it’s still a beautiful place,” Miko laughed.

“Yeah it really is,” I agreed. Even though it’s emptiness was somewhat off-putting, so much so that I almost bought a house in Willow Creek, the beauty of the area is what sold me.

“What about you?” she said with a smile.

“Actually, I live here. Just moved in today,”

“Really? Well congrats! Where are you from, I mean before you moved?”

“Oh, I grew up in Windenburg,” 

“Really? I did too! I mean sort of, I lived there for a few months but we had to move. My dad was going to start up another section of his business in San Myshuno so that’s where I ended up,” she explained.

We talked for another 30 minutes which turned into an hour that turned into 2. She told me about her dad’s business and what the city’s like, and I talked about how much Windenburg has changed.


We said our goodbyes and I went home. Feeling exhausted, I made my way upstairs and into my room. I laid down on the cheap, uncomfortable mattress and drifted asleep.


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