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__The Life of a Video Game Character__
Here I am. Stuck in a two- dimensional world, where everything is made of pixels. Stuck fighting evil, deranged, end- of- the- level bosses that laugh in such an evil and deranged way, that you feel like they want to become your best friend, then stalk you and your every move. Sure, I fight their minions, too; it's just that the boss fights are more memorable (in a bad way). Oh, wait. Someone is coming to play the game that I'm in (yes, if you haven't guessed yet, I'm in an arcade game.). Hey, wait a second. This is someone new. Usually, the same people come and play me. I guess I'll just have to talk to you later, after the game is over.

Hi, it's me again. It turns out that the stranger wasn't going to play me after all. However, he did just use a huge laser that shot a black and purple beam to reanimate me into the three- dimensional world that I had always longed to be a part of. He said that he was going to do a few tests on me to see what kind of a game character I am, and also to find out how my anatomy differs from "a person in this world," as he put it.

"So, do you have anyone who could do that?" said Mr.Dowhatisayoryou'llbedoingpushupsuntilyouneedanarmtransplant or, rather, Mr.D.

"Alas, no, sir," said Mr.Theguyi'mtalkingtohasseriousissues.

"Then find one or you'll be doing push-ups until you need an arm transplant!"

"Yes, sir!"

It so happened that Mr.Theguyi'mtalkingtohasseriousissues found the scientist who coincidentally reanimated a game character into the real world (yes, the one from the beginning).

"He's all yours!" said the scientist, whose name was Mr.Idon'thaveissues. He turned over the knight (yes, he was a knight) from the game.

At the military base that Mr.D works in, Sir Knight (yes, that was the game character's name) was tested to see if he could destroy diamond- plated tanks. He could.

"He's brilliant!" exclaimed Mr.D. "I hereby promote you so much that you now exceed me in rank!"

"Yay!" said Mr.Theguyi'mtalkingtohasseriousissues.

And so, Sir Knight finally found a role that he enjoyed, for he was now the highest rank in the army that anyone or anything had ever been. As they say, all stories end well. Well, not really. But this one does. And by the way, do you think that you could find any substance that is harder than a diamond? Try!