Tuesday, November 26, 1991 – Night
Sawada, a new office worker, slumped into his chair, exhausted. He had been working overti from Friday to Sunday, and now he felt like he was on the verge of collapse.
"I can't believe I haven't even had ti to buy the new ZAGE gas that released this Saturday..." he muttered to himself, sighing.
He glanced at a small bag sitting on his desk. Inside were three brand-new ZEPS gas, still unopened. His tired expression softened into a smile. At least I can finally play them now. Playing ZEPS was one of the few things that brought joy into his otherwise monotonous life.
After arriving ho, Sawada followed his usual routine—dinner, a quick shower, and then straight to his room. His small but cozy space housed two ZEPS consoles—one for playing and another opened up for study. The opened cartridges and scattered circuit boards showed his curiosity. He had a passion for technology, and he loved figuring out how ZEPS and its gas worked. He had even started learning ga programming in his free ti, dreaming of one day creating his own ga.
If I could make money selling gas, I could say goodbye to this soul-crushing office job... he thought, sighing.
Shaking off the fatigue, he reached for the first ga in his bag—Sonic the Hedgehog. He admired the box art, flipping through the manual and the latest issue of ZEPS Volu 3. A Z-Card slipped out from the case, featuring a special ssage:
"If you struggle very badly, I might help you."
Sawada raised an eyebrow. "Huh? So Zabo-man helps you in this ga? Interesting. Anyway, let's play."
The mont he booted up the ga, the upbeat and catchy music filled the room. The vibrant colors, fast-paced gaplay, and smooth controls pulled him in imdiately. Sonic dashed through the lush landscapes, collecting golden rings and curling into a ball to strike enemies. The ga was fun, energetic, and felt unlike anything he had played before, he can feel Sonic Speed in this ga.
At first, he breezed through the early stages, enjoying the exhilarating sense of speed. But then he reached That Pit.
A bottomless pit lood ahead. He made the jump—
And missed.
Sonic plumted into the abyss.
"Damn it!" Sawada groaned as he respawned at the last checkpoint. Determined, he tried again.
Missed.
Again.
Missed.
Three tis in a row. His frustration boiled over. "Co on! This is impossible!"
Just as he was about to throw his controller in frustration, sothing unexpected happened.
As Sonic fell for the third ti, a new character suddenly appeared on the screen—a mysterious figure in a black and gray suit with a blue visor.
Zabo-man.
Without hesitation, Zabo-man swooped in, catching Sonic in mid-air before he hit the bottom. Gently, he placed him back just before the pit. A text box appeared:
"Try harder! I know you can do it! You're very cool!"
And with that, Zabo-man vanished.
Sawada blinked, then chuckled. "So that's what the Z-Card ant. If you fail three tis in the sa spot, Zabo-man helps you out. That's actually pretty cool."
With renewed determination, he attempted the jump again—this ti, calculating his movents more carefully.
He made it.
"Yes! Finally!" he cheered, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. Zabo-man actually cheered up.
Sawada continued playing, progressing through each stage and battling Dr. Eggman multiple tis. The ga was challenging but addictively fun. As he played, a thought began to take shape in his mind.
Could I work at ZAGE? He had always admired video gas and ZAGE is company that make ZEPS, but tonight, sothing clicked. He didn't just want to play them—he wanted to create them and maybe working at ZAGE will let him know how to develop video gas from scratch, because their Boss is Zaboru Renkonan , there always lot of his na on End Credit on ZAGE gas.
It wouldn't hurt to submit my resu. Maybe, just maybe, I could turn my passion into a career...
He glanced at the clock. 11:00 PM.
Sighing, he stretched and turned off his ZEPS. "Good thing I checked the ti. I have work tomorrow... which sucks."
As he lay in bed, his mind drifted to thoughts of ga developnt, of working on sothing he truly loved. Maybe, just maybe, he could escape this office job and build a future doing what he loved.
With that dream in mind, he drifted off to sleep, Sonic's the still playing faintly in his head.
To be continued...
*Author note : last Chapter for today*
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