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MaxWorld- Year of 2933 (monologue)“One night, I had a dream. More like a nightmare than a dream actually. It all started with a great battle between me and an army of drones, 918 years in the future. Miami was now some kind of futuristic empire. As I watched Metal Max kill the lives of my friends and family, I knew I was going to lose the war. It was me only; no Alex, no military, no nothing. It was at that moment that my life was heading down a road to death.”MaxWorld- Year of 2933 (monologue) by Gaming-Master
MaxWorld- Blind Nightmares (Part 4)As Max was coming back to his conscious, he was completely blind yet again, but can only see things through black and white vision for some unknown reason. The voices were deep through his ears but could still recognize their identities. As Greg was handed an eye patch from the doctor, he was frustrated that he couldn’t do anything to help his eye. “This is all you can do for my eye?” Greg shouted with fury. “It got shot with a bullet, not whacked by a paddle ball.” Max was growling with anger and fear while lying down with blurry vision still. “Alright, let’s begin the laser eye surgery, and trust me, you’ll be back to your old self.” Then, a quick pulse went through Max’s brain, eyes wide open; only seeing his fears completely every 15 seconds, and blurry for only 10 seconds. “NO!!!” He punched the doctor in the face, seeing him as another fear of his. Greg looked back at him as Max leaped out of the chair.MaxWorld- Blind Nightmares (Part 4) by Gaming-Master
“One night, I had a dream. More like a nightmare than a dream actually. It all started with a great battle between me and an army of drones, 918 years in the future. Miami was now some kind of futuristic empire. As I watched Metal Max kill the lives of my friends and family, I knew I was going to lose the war. It was me only; no Alex, no military, no nothing. It was at that moment that my life was heading down a road to death.”
The next morning, Greg came downstairs, noticing a bunch of holes in the walls and dents on the counters in the kitchen. “What the…” Greg exclaimed for a second. He finds Maxwell curled up in a ball in the living room corner, holding a gun in his bloody hand. “Max!!!” Greg shouted as he dashed towards him. “What happened?” Max struggled getting not knowing where the mantle of the fireplace is. “Dude, I need your help with something; something that involves my nightmares.” Greg looked at him like he was crazy. “Nightmares?” he mumbled to himself. “What are you talking about?” Max placed his left hand on his shoulder as his vision’s improved a little, but not very clear. “Dude, I keep seeing my nightmares wherever I go,” Max cried out in panic. “When I woke up that night after the car hit, I looked into the mirror, and saw myself as a demon. It…. It just came through me like glass.” He then dropped the gun and Greg went to the phone immediately. “Doctor, uhhh… we have a little problem with Maxwell Lincoln, one of your patients.” Later that night, Greg gave Max some more medication, while he was tied to the bed to prevent him from causing more havoc in the house again. ”Uhhh, can you tell me WHY you tied me to the bed Greg?” he asked while attempting to yank his arm out of the covers. “Dude, you almost wrecked the house due your bad eye sight, or, nightmare-seeing-thingy.” Greg replied with a mocking tone, handing him his eye drops. Maxwell was experiencing some sharp pain in his eyes after taking the drops. Then he sees McFear in his eyes again. Greg freaks out when he grabs the gun again, then accidentally shoots Greg in the eye. “GOD DANGIT MAN, YOU SHOT ME IN THE FACE!!! AND WHY’D YOU CALL ME…” he paused then saw Max had managed to escape the rope on his bed, ‘McFear…… so you can see your fears,” he claimed covering his left eye, dripping blood. “Get in the car, we need to help you; now. Also, to heal my eye before it falls out. They arrive at the office around 10:43 pm; the doctor has just got out of his car with bags under his eyes and a cup of Starbucks. “Ok, you call me in the middle of the night, while I was sleeping, just for this?” Greg yanks Maxwell out of the car, face front. “Doctor, he’s been seeing these nightmares in his head, through his eyes. I think they’re blind nightmares of his.” Max lying down on the ground with his eyes closed and hands on the cold concrete. “Also, he shot me in the eye because he saw me as one of his fears called, McFear.” He groaned as he holds on to his eye, constantly bleeding. “The doctor grabs out the keys to the building hoping this will all be over for him. As they went into his office, Max sat down and was explaining to him the whole story. “This is what’s happening. Everywhere I look, I see nothing but blurry vision. But at odd times, I see almost all of my fears inside the real world but with no blur.” Greg looked back the doctor with a face saying, what does this mean. “Now, honestly, I don’t know what this could possibly mean, but just in case of death results, I have to solutions to fix this problem.” He goes through his draw and pulls out a needle and some carvers. Both Greg and Max’s pupils go small as they see the tools. “One, we can surgically remove his eyes out of its sockets and replace it glass eyes or…” Maxwell was struggling out of the chair causing the chair to almost fall over and break. Greg was trying to hold him back before he could run into something that could cause his vision to get worse. “Ok, obviously we’re not doing that,” Greg replies with fear. “Any other options?” The doctor places his tools back in the draw and remembered one solution. “There’s always laser eye surgery.” Maxwell was still struggling as if he was grizzly bear caught in a trap. “I guess we can do that, but are you sure you know what you’re doing?” The doctor looks back, pulling out a needle, and answers with confidence. “Yes sir. I’ve been doing this for twenty-four years.” Max stopped struggling as the doctor put the needle through his arm to calm him down, and then fell asleep for a while.