Retribution



Author's note: I literally have nothing to do and I'm still trying to decontaminate someone in live chat somewhere (the toxic waste fused with him) so no hope of him coming back originally

WARNING: CONTAINS IMMORAL SWEARING 

Dedicated to walking jinxes (you are not the only one you know) -Dama

Chapter 1
"Another car accident happened just this evening on ******* street. Recently, more and more strange "accidents" are happening for the past few months, and victims who were killed unfortunately had no data up to birth till death. But Information was found about victims playing the game Minecraft before death, resulting to an outrage among people. Let's here it from th"

I turned the TV off.

This is goddamn bullshit. Why the fuck are people blaming a game for all this? Now it even reached the stupid news. This needs to stop.

My phone started ringing. I angrily picked it up and was about to scream I don't fucking need them when I heard Ice's voice in the other line

"Is it open? Is he in the call? Cuz man, I'm bored"

"Yes he's in the line. Now cut it out before---" Suddenly screaming was heard and disruptions sounded.

"Dude, what's up?! Me, Ice and Rai are going to play Minecraft in a fresh new world! You wanna join us cuz it's gonna be fun and we're killing many pigs in one day. Anyways, ye-- RUSH GIVE ME THE PHONE RIGHT NOW!"

Oofing was soon heard and Rai spoke up, with groans as background music.

"So--"

"Yes I'm playing with you. I'm coming to your house later. Better get the food, drinks and pillows ready"

I hang up before he could say anything else. This is one way to let off some steam, besides I'm pissed so news better ain't disturb me.

WIP
I'll continue this tomorrow when inspiration comes back and Dama helps me again. And what does oofing mean?