Gathered around the long dining room table were all the members of the Smith family. Aunt Jerma, Uncle Phil, Cousin Nicky, the whole gang was here so to speak. The table itself held a veritable cornucopia of delectable dishes: Garlicky mashed potatoes, maple syrup coated sweet potatoes, tangy cranberry sauce, and in the middle of it all, an enormous glistening turkey, filled to the brim with herb laden stuffing and dripping with savory juices. The scene was in a word, idyllic. Well, almost idyllic.
The youngest son of Ted and Jenny Smith, Jerry Smith, had no interest in chatting with his relatives and was hunched over with his phone, sliding his thumbs about the screen as he frantically tried to get his character to down a chug jug before his opponent could do him in. Suddenly a sharp nudge to his left forearm broke his concentration, leaving his character defenseless as his opponent put a bullet through his head with a golden scar. Jerry could only watch in frustration as his opponent flossed and dabbed repeatedly to celebrate a narrowly earned Victory Royale. "What the fuck did you do that for mom? I was about to get a Victory Royale!" "JERRY! Watch your mouth, especially around your grandpa! Anyway, we discussed this on the trip here, no phones during the meal!" Shooting a dirty look at his mother, Jerry relented and put his smartphone away.
*clink clink clink*
"I'm so glad to see the whole family together again to celebrate a holiday meal together. You could almost say that I'm... Thankful!" Everybody let out a collective chuckle. All except Jerry. "Now before we dig in, I think we should give a little thank you to the big man upstairs!" As all the family members settled down, they closed their eyes and put their hands together in prayer. "Dear Lord, thank you again for bringing us all together to celebrate our good fortune..." Jerry opened his eyes and looked to his left. His mother still had her eyes closed. "...And thank you for this bountiful feast..." Jerry pulled his phone out and quickly launched Fortnite. "...And bless Grandpa Tim, and bless cousin Nicky..." Jerry was queuing up for a match at this point. "And of course bless..."
BOMBA!!!
A middle aged Asian man crashed through the ceiling and landed feet first onto the dining room table. The impact flung the gravy boat right into Grandpa Tim's face, coating it in searing hot brown sauce. As Tim fell backwards screaming in pain, the rest of the family could only stare at the man who had just crashed through their ceiling and ruined their Thanksgiving dinner. Everyone, save for Grandpa Tim, who was now whimpering in agony, was dead silent. The Asian man had a stern look on his face as he glanced around the table.
After what seemed like an eternity, somebody stood up from their seat. It was cousin Nicky. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU CHI-"
ORA!
The strange Asian man Power Pole extended his cock into Nicky's face in a picosecond, with the force of the impact decapitating him. Cousin Nicky's head crashed through a window and into the streets as the rest of his body slumped in its seat. A few screams were heard in the distance for a few moments, and then, dead silence once again. The rest of the family stared at the murderer as he retracted his cock like a vacuum cleaner cord. The inhuman Asian man stared back.
Suddenly, the man squatted down next to the Thanksgiving turkey, and shoved a hand into its stuffing filled orifice. He began pulling out handfuls of stuffing and tossing them over his shoulder right into Uncle Phil's now pale face. Phil looked as though he was about to stand up, but quickly glancing at cousin Nicky's headless corpse he thought better of it. After the turkey was completely devoid of stuffing, the Asian man paused for a moment. He stared intently at the turkey as the rest of the family watched. Then suddenly, ORA! Some of the family members let out quiet gasps. ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA...
Aunt Jerma looked as though she was about to be sick. ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA... Jerry couldn't believe that the man could fit his entire Silver Sword inside that comparatively small turkey!
ORAORAORAORAORAORA... BOOMBA!!! The turkey pulsed briefly. BOOOOOMBA!!! Another pulse, this one even more intense. BOOOOOOOMBA!!! The turkey appeared to be about to burst! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMBA!!! Suddenly the turkey exploded, spurting Silver Sword Napalm all over the rest of the family. Horrible screams filled the air as the sticky substance rapidly melted away at the unfortunate family, quickly reducing them to skeletons. Everyone was dead. That was, except for the Asian man and little Jerry, who had quickly ducked away from the blast. Jerry stared in horror at the strange Asian man as he stepped down from the now ruined dining room table. The man walked towards Jerry's end of the table. "This was it", Jerry thought as he closed his eyes. But a few moments later, Jerry heard a strange sound.
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Opening his eyes in confusion, Jerry looked around. He was in a stark white void that stretched out infinitely in all directions. In front of him was an arcade machine, like the ones he had seen when he visited the boardwalks. But this one looked different. White curved plastic. Shining immaculate control panel. And the game itself was one Jerry had never seen on the Google Play store before. "Battle Garegga?" Jerry looked at the title screen in confusion before it hit him. The Asian man wasn't a man, but a god. The strange powers he demonstrated left no room for doubt. And the god didn't fail to kill him. How could a god fail at anything? The god had spared Jerry. Jerry was the only one at the table that hadn't paid respect to the false idol. He had been taken aside to Purgatory to understand the true god's will. The only thing that mattered. This strange game, Battle Garegga. With a trembling hand Jerry reached for the start button. He knew now this would be his life until he had become one with the true god. He knew the truth. Yagawa was love. Yagawa was life.