Avaritia

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My name is Desch, My friends all view me as the best, and others get jealous of my life. I have always been loaded, my parents have bought me everything, and recently I even got a pretty sweet Lamborgini, like any true "fresh" kid.  And of course, I attempt to mimic this splendorous lifestyle of mine in games, whether it be the Sims, or Skyrim, or anything, I always have the most glamour, the most expensive things in the game. And recently, I have been doing the same in Minecraft. 
My house has been carefully crafted over months, its made of pure gold bricks and diamond, with others gems like emerald and lapis luzili forming the insides of my mansion. A truly magnificent house, built completely in Survival, and of course, I had the best armour, the best weapons, everything. Because I am the best. But one day, my magnificent mansion had a devastating blow, as one of those  retched creepers blew a huge chunk out of my diamond wall. Must have been jealous. I simply reloaded my safe, I am not some noob who plays creative. The game acted a bit weird, but eh, my Gold PS4 Pro does have a lot of data used up. I then turned off the game. 
I had this nightmare. Basically I woke up, in pure darkness, As an unknown npc, one which looked like it was from Minecraft, stared me down, with empty, cold, unforgiving eyes. He tried to kill me, so I ran. But as I ran, bloody corpses started to appear, they were of my firends, my followers, and my family. I  looked down at them in shock, that mysterious npc still chasing me. I was not about to die like them. I kept running.
As I ran, I started to have visions, visions of me flexing my wealth towards others, and acting how I usually act, but I realised something. My "friends", they weren't  even hyped, and then I realised something else, I was a jerk. More visions came, like how a girl who mysteriously disappeared from school, ended up killing herself because of how I treated her, and more, constant visions of people being hurt by me, and the results of my actions. I realised how self-absorbed I was. Bloody words appeared. "YOU KILLED THEM, ITS YOUR FAULT, YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL, YOUR FAMILY IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU.", screams of pain and agony filled my head, and I couldn't take it, I fell to my knees, holding my head tight, my brain pulsating. The npc caught up to me, but I didn't  run, I knew I deserved it. He stabbed me, and I woke up.
It was not a dream.
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