>be gamer anon
>sit on your ass, browse the 69Mon’s /vg/
>there’s a new videogame out there, everybody’s talking about it
>from the description of it, it looks like some hybrid of a constructor, 4X, and dating/sex simulator
>you are already interested and eager to check it out
>go to The Pirate Bay (ARRRRRRRR) and check if it was cracked by somebody
>yeah, there’s one fitgirl release!
>you download it with shaky hands, wait the long and gruelling 15 minutes (remember ‘00s when you had to wait for hours until you could download something?)
>finally, the game’s on your ‘puter
>you wait for another 20 minutes while the installer does its job (first world problems, groooOAHHH)
>phew, it’s installed
>you launch the game, your firewall alerts you of a connection attempt
>block it, you’re gonna test it in singleplayer first
>it seems to be a mild cross between openclonk, rimworld, and koikatu
>the next hour, you create your character
>aaaaaand it’s done!
>he looks perfect, a young slim dragon-girl/hellhound bait
>now, it’s time to construct!
>the next five hours, you’re building the most perfect house out of cobblestone, wood, and whatever crap you find along the way
>dog gamnit, that must be the most addictive game you’ve played this week!
>might actually tip some money to the dev, hope they accept donations ‘cause there’s no way you are gonna deal with the large videogame stores
>not only they collect an assload of user activity data, they actually ship their videogames with telemetry of all sorts
>by the time you’ve decided to hit the bed, you’ve already got a decent village
>and a couple girls who have settled in
>and you seem to be advancing your relationships with them!
>ergh, time to sleep, you’ve still got to be awake at any arbitrary time tomorrow fo your excruciatingly tiresome job of making cheesy puns for monster-girl dating shows
>that’s it, you’re a scenario writer for Love Lives!, an extremely popular show for single monster-girls
>anyway, you think you could play this game at work, too
>just have to check the sysreq for the game and the specs of your workplace computer…
>dog gamn it, this game is a BLAST
>you’ve spent most of your time at work playing it, and most of your scenario was actually inspired by your playthrough
>you come back home, building your prosperous town with more than 50 girls inhabiting it
>you already have a movie theater, a spa, a deluxe restaurant and a popsicle factory operating
>the Carmarite Stone mines bring you a significant income, and your citizens are well-trained and experienced in combat thanks to daily competitions in the town’s arena and the shooting range
>it was just another Saturday night, when you were playing the game late at night
>when suddenly, your room illuminated with bright magenta light
>you turn around and see a massive portal straight in the middle of your bedroom
>moments later, a really gorgeous witch girl steps out of it
>daaaaamn, this must be the hottest dark-mage you have seen
>before you manage to ask her a question, she casts a charm on you and your consciousness blurs
>you wake up in a pleasant-smelling room
>look around, it kinda looks like a magician’s house
>there’s all sorts of magical tools, crystal balls, archo-clocks, octodimensional looking-glass, a piece of green wobbly glowing matter coming from an unidentified world
>the owner of the house comes to the room shortly after you wake up, it’s the hot witch from before
<”Oh, Anon, you woke up~…”
>you ask her what’s the deal with all this kidnapping in the middle of the night
>she explains she’s been watching you through the multidimensional looking glass
>she saw you managing your society in the game really well, and decided that you would be a perfect candidate for managing her secret illegal society
“Wait, what? Your secret illegal society?”
>she opens a portal to some dumpster civilization, that seems to be barely surviving
<”I’ve been trying to make it work for several decades! I just don’t know what am I doing wrong, those people are doing nothing but drinking alcohol, complaining about the Western civilization, and shitting in each others’ lives!”
>you take a look at these people
>they’re all gloomy, look sick and tired, and at the same time angry and pissed
>their cities look fairly crappy, many buildings are unmaintained, defaced, their streets are littered and look ugly in general
>you can somehow say their work ethic is lacking, too, and can be described shortly as “Screw up as much as you want as long as you can get away with it, and kiss asses to get on top”
>wait, their language is completely unfamiliar to you
>they don’t even use roman alphabet
“Wait, how am I going to fix a bunch of people who speak a completely foreign language and live in a complete dumpster of a civilization?!”
>the dark mage just shrugs
<”Hey, I don’t know! You did somehow build a working civilization out of nothing!”
>that was in a videogame, but…
>wait, this civilization looks familiar
>you think you can make it work
>FF to half-year later
<”Woooow, Anon, you really came around! Thank you very much!”
>thanks to your efforts, the shithole country has been transformed into the Consolidated Russian Hegemony
>the country is very authoritarian, has strict vertical hierarchy where every citizen has a designated role and a place in the society, but somehow, this system works for them just alright
>you two are the absolute rulers of the country, ruling through a figurehead that presents herself as the tsar
>most of the people are working 15 hours a day, but they’re happy because almost everything, from food to energy to housing to medcare etc. etc. etc. is government-funded
>they call it “freebies” and you call them idiots lol
>every man has a government-assigned dark elf wife, which is another factor in their happiness
>all bright and talented individuals have fled the country, but your primary source of income was the sale of oil and minerals, so your economy doesn’t suffer from that
>most people don’t have any money, but they don’t feel like they need any since they smooch off freebies, remember?
>and now, you have a very productive, very diligent, and completely compliant populace entirely made of obedient sheeple
>well, isn’t that a success!
>and just when you were about to celebrate your successful rejuvenation of a run-down shithole country…
>somebody breaks into your house and scares the shit out of you
>people with automatic rifles, wearing kevlar vests with the logo of the old broadcast company you used to work to
<”HANDS UP! FACE DOWN! ASS UP-- no, wait, the latter is unnecessary, actually. Anyway, DON’T MOVE YOU FAGWADS!”
>you are a bit scared, you don’t understand what’s going on
>meanwhile more goons from your old employer company bring the cuffed dark mage you’ve been living with
<”So, you thought you could steal our precious script-writer?”
>ohh…
>oh
>SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
>this whole time, you haven’t shown to your work not even once
>actually, why should you?
>you’re living off the taxes the Russian Hegemony pays you, and also get free vodka and red caviar
>and free slave labor
<”Anon, you’ve been missing for half a year, you know that? Now get your ass back to work, we’ve got more Love Lives to film!
>you tell them you’re done with scriptwriting, and you would like to leave the company
<”B-Buttt… you can’t just leave! How are we going to write new episodes for our magnificent show?!”
“lol, then how were you doing it for the last half a year?”
<”Ah, we were just re-using old ideas from Dr. Single. That’s why we’re coming for you; we’re out of re-usable ideas!”
>you really don’t want to go back to your old job, but you don’t want the show to go off the air thanks to the lack of ideas
>wait just a minute…
>you now have a country full of slaves!
“Erm, how about a substitute?”
<”Ummm… I dunno Anon, you were so good at doing this…”sup
“LOL do not worry, I have a good candidate for my replacement.”
>you pull out a control console and push a few buttons
>five minutes after, the dark elves pull out a random alp and teleport it into your room
“Say, how about her? My records say she’s going on quite some poetic rants when she drinks just enough booze.”
>the manager suspiciously eyes her or a while
<”Hey, I dunno. How about you show me her skills?”
>getting that alp drunk was not the problem, the problem was to keep her from hopping on you
>finally, as the goons managed to keep her away from you, in a separate room, she went on a massive rant about love and feelings
>he manager listened with excitement for the whole thirty minutes before she finally made the last burp and fell asleep from overintoxication
<”Chaos everlasting, Anon, she’s PERFECT! We hire her immediately! And you say, she can subsist mostly on vodka, cheap beer, and supermarket ravioli?!”
“Exactly. That, and a bit of national pride. Tell her that her country is the best in the world about twice a day and feed her cheap alcohol and fast food, and she’ll be a proud, productive bimbo that would write you lots of entertaining scripts!”
<”But, Anon, even after all those reforms, her country kinda sucks…”
“Tssss. Just don’t let her know.”
>and that’s how Love Lives! found themselves a new exciting scenario writer!
>surprisingly enough, she’s really good at her job, when she tanks a mug of beer
>and you have got yourself a toy country!
>man, videogames kick ass