Gamer's Moon - Farming after the Apocalypse

The Moon was flashing. Three times, then darkness. Nothing made sense, nothing worked anymore. How many were already dead? Was Avery?

I looked down at the notebook he'd left me,'Grow, little brother. Be strong and unafraid, the world needs you.'

And inside the notebook was mostly gibberish, but I wasn't into video games like Avery was. Sure I liked them; but not strategy, not RPG's. I flipped through the pages again that listed 'Builds', various 'Skill Trees', and 'play strategies'.

But this was real, not a game. Because now there were two moons, then three, and I was too young, games didn't need toload -

. . . Now Loading.

In the sky was a message for all to see. That nobody could deny.

. . .Please wait.

The game was about to begin.