A cold arctic wind swept the bare tundra, kicking up dust devils of snow and filling the air with a white haze. "It seem like finnish spring is on it's way out there!" my friend shouted. Sitting in the sauna after a day of hard work, we all drank and joked about everything between heaven and earth. It's a celebratory occasion, as I'm spending my last day near home before enlisting on the air-ship S.S Friendship under the command of the Omaorb Richs_Yard. We all thought it would be nigh on risk-free, as it wasn't supposed to sail in dangerous skies, and because I'd prepared a magical pendant for myself, to be reanimated with my own soul inside my own, healed body in case of an accident.
6 months after the launch, I'm sitting in my bunk bed, listening to the starboard engines roar. I think I've done a good job so far, even if I've not been called upon to do anything except to fix some leaking pipes. I spend my free time learning the guitar, playing cards with the crew or surfing the web whenever we're flying over a place with wifi to hack. I find myself content with my situation, but I'm glad I'll be able to rejoin my friends and family in just 8 months.
10 months after the launch, I wake up to cannonfire. I rush out from my bed and up to the main deck, thinking it must be some pirates trying to get lucky. When I open the trapdoor and rush out, I cannot help but stare, as I see a full-sized grade A fighter vessel floating over us. Our captain has manned the craft himself, and is desperately trying to outmanoeuvre the fighter. But the crew has panicked, I see our second officer lying on the deck, his skull split in half. The fighter lowers to give us a full broadside, I see the name of it, S.S Mataroyale. "How the hell did a fighter that big sneak up on us?" is my last thought before our ship is blown to pieces, and me with it.
The hunger, the bottomless HUNGER! I wake up lying in a forest, feeling like I haven't eaten since the day I was born. It's like my very soul is hungry for something. I get myself together, and look around. I remember nothing at first, but then I remember my own death. I look at my body to see if the healing was complete, only to see that my skin has turned rotten and green, and I have open wounds. How did this happen? I search for the reanimation pendant, and find it in a nearby rag, from my clothes. It has turned half black, half purple. Weird. It's like some foreign magic has interfered with my own. I slowly realize that I haven't actually been healed, just reanimated like a common zombie, but with a bit of brain intact.
I wander about for a while, searching for nothing, when I find my portable computer just lying there, in the forest. How did it survive where I did not? I go to it, to see if it's power core has enough juice in it for an emergency broadcast. I boot it up, and move the mouse over the power symbol. "Estimated time left: infinity". It seem whatever foreign magic messed with my reanimation pendant also messed with the power core of the computer. Full of hope, I start to send a message, as the boosted core seems to have made my machine able to connect to wireless networks miles away. I type "Stuck in the forest with these coordinates", but when I reach out to press the enter key, I look at my partially decomposed hands. What would be my fate if others were to find me in this state? Would I be subject to painful experiments, or even killed? I almost start to cry, but then I realize I have an immortal body and a gaming computer with infinite energy and internet access, and I just sit down on a fallen tree, and begin to play steam games.
It has been 3 months since the S.S Friendship was shot down, and I'm still on the same log, still gaming. In a body that has no physical needs, but cannot be near humans without devouring them. I will never see my family or friends again, I'll never be able to enjoy food or drink again, but I will game into eternity. This forest is the closest, yet furthest thing to Hell on Earth