The streetlamp in front of my apartment flickers a moment. I'd probably comment about how ugly the infrastructure of the city is because of the flickering light, if not for my low energy. I thought I'd gotten caffeine into my system. But apparently, I found out that Cappuccino isn't strong enough to wake my eyes open. I'm gonna go full Americano next time. And then my blurring gaze caught sight of a man in a dark blue suit, carrying-

  *Bruk!*

  "Ugh!"

  "Ufh!"

  A briefcase slipped off the man's hand, hitting the ground mildly, as mild as a briefcase can land on the ground. I had crashed onto someone while being a little sleepy, ready to sail to the dream land. Great. For a glimpse, as I was knocked down, an ID card got hold of my gaze, hanging on the man's neck. I can barely make out his name, but his company's name is clear.

  'HavenFrost Entertainment. Quite a name. A decent logo too. Definitely remembering this.'

  The man cursed lowly as he collects documents that managed to squeeze out of the briefcase. I help him gather the rest. I don't think he appreciates me crashing on him, but he doesn't look like he wants to blame me. All I can make out from his feature is... Exhaustness. Someone who had been working way too much for the last two days or so. Maybe he's blaming me on the inside while also blaming his boss for tiring him, I guess.

  "Sorry. Here." Standing up, I hand him the documents I picked up from the ground.

  He stood up, slapping his hips, getting rid of dirt sticking to his trouser. His eyes on me and my hand, taking the documents and pitting them into his armpit. "Thanks. Be careful next time." His voice, telling me to be cautious not to crash onto someone again. I pray I don't crash onto him any day or night after this, because he sure as hell looked pissed. "Yeah, I won't." Was what came out of me.

  With a subtle, understanding nod, he left. Legs kicking the ground swift and sound. With his way of speedwalking, I hope he doesn't tumble.

  I walk to the front door and search the key on my pocket, head's filled with the company logo earlier. HavenFrost. Sounds like an unwell place to be.

  A few minutes later, I basked into the comfort of my bedroom, wrapped in a blanket that doesn't seem to be dirty despite the condition of the room I'm in. Doesn't matter, at least I get to sleep. And that's good.

  ----

  The next morning, my room was much tidier than before.

  While cooking a sunny side up and preparing two grilled breads on a plate for an egg sandwich, I throw a glance to the bedroom.

  It still has a part of it covered in moss and stains, but no more trashes littered everywhere in it. The living room and the kitchen is too. What once looked like a dumpster fire and a trash compactor, now actually resembles an inhabitable apartment. Starting the cleaning session since four in the morning proved to be a needed solution. Because, the energy I got from waking up with full energy and fresh after a bath got me energized to start a full cleaning session. I took some fabrics, tattered and ripped, and used them as wipes to get rid of the stains and the bad smell when mixed with foam. Over twenty five plates, I've collected and put on the cabinets after rinsing them clean. And over thirteen extra large plastic bag required to pick up every single trashes in this apartment wholly, including that jelly-textured trash. I hate that one.

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  It was a bit daunting, but nice nonetheless. Starting the day with cleaning my new house is great, gives me some relief after I finished cleaning. There were still tiny bits of stains left, but I couldn't care less. It's good enough in my textbook. And I can finally breathe proper air again.

  Cooking's done, I put the sunny egg to the top of a bread and place another bread on top of it. I bring the plate and a cup of simple black coffee to my bedroom, putting it down to the desk besides the silver laptop. A short boot later, I'm surfing the internet, exploring videos about techs, games, and politics this world has. Oh look, a girl's wearing a pink bunny hoodie with a pair of bunny slipper. What's that on her hand, a sword? What is she, an actor? Hope this is an intentional spoiler, because spoiling a movie set or something about the movie could damage the production of said movie.

  What I thought was an actor girl was then disappeared out of my head as soon as I saw the title of the girl's video.

  'FENDING OFF THE GOBLIN SWARM WITH THE FAMOUS VALHEIM SQUAD!!!'

  What a clickbait-ey title. Eh, this is another world, this might be a fantasy world. Great. That explains the existence of mana. Alright, good info.

  I scroll the gaming section after that, finding livestreamers and content creators playing games and or reacting to stuff. Weirdly enough, there seems to be almost no essay videos regarding games. There are essay videos, yes, but those are about the gaming industry or tech industry. No essay videos about games are spotted by my two eyes. Where did they go? There should've been these kinds of videos. Back home, they flourish. Here? None of them got onto my feed.

  Fortunately, when I look up 'Combat Training' on the search bar, several video essays shows up. One explains about the mechanism of the combat in the game, while another glaze the aesthetics of the map the game used. I see a video talking about the creator getting into conflict with someone or some company, but screw that. I ain't hearing conflicts on my first day in this world.

  I went back to the gaming section, scrolling, watching people play games while eating my sandwich.

  An hour passed.

  And I was in disbelief.

  How could I not? When almost every single game these people played are made similar to that of a particular game made by a developer who's obsessed about yandere girls? At worst, they're like your regular triple A company less decent games. At best, they're like your regular triple A company games, but decent and have more contents to play around with. Even then, I still think that the game made by the yandere-obsessed developer has more interesting things than these, and that's bad news.

  How could this happen? I don't know, why ask me?

  A little bit more digging makes me knowledgable about the situation of gaming in this world.

  They're evolving. Technology wise, they're moving forward. Quality wise, on the other hand... Is taking a massive backward leap. Yes, a massive backward leap.

  "Good god, this is terrifying."

  And to make it worse, many companies are milking the sh*t out of games. But I laugh at that fact, for funny reasons.

  These companies, they're looking for profits, correct? And they're milking the gaming industry dry. Here's what's laughable. Ironically, the games these companies made does not have battlepass nor do they have microtransaction. Not even lootboxes! Are they doing charity or are they simply too stupid to use the greedy tactic of making profits from games? I don't know either. I'm just a simple developer before this.

  I laugh the moment I think about these companies. Stupid tie-wearers, always advising people to spend more money on their products when the products benefits none for the customers.

  Then, my eyes bulged as I realized an important problem this world's culture faced.

  The quality of the games went downhill because of the companies. In other words, Gaming died because of them.

  I can't even see a good game anywhere I go in the internet. All I found is just that decent game from the WorldVirtual, and that's it. That game is just decent, not good, not bad either. A six out of ten if I were to rank it.

  This... Is unacceptable.

  Why, god, why did you threw me to a world with no good games? Where the best game it has to offer is a decent game? Why?

  I limp on my chair, staring up, sandwich left on the plate, half of it gone. There is no game. Literally. Once I played that VR game, there'll be no more games left to play. I miss my backlogs of games, now. If only Maxen is here, I'll be enjoying games like in my homeworld. Aww...

  As despair crept into my heart and my eyes fluttering with sadness, I blinked. An idea came to mind.

  "I have conceived an idea most ingenious!" I said, pointing a finger upwards, quoting a particular vampire.

  I'll just make a game for myself! And share it with the world, I guess. I already have a theme going on in my head. So, what kind of game would I make...?

  "Let's see..." My index finger tapping the chin I hold with my right hand.

  "What about survival horror?"