Colin pulled a fire extinguisher off the wall and aimed it at the floor while sitting in a cart.
"Sorry ladies, but I gotta fly." Colin said as he shot the end off the extinguisher.
A burst of pressure was unleashed, sending the cart blasting back.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Colin yelled as the extinguisher came loose and sent him hurdling into a wall.
"Ooooooh...." the bimbos said as they winced.
"Ugh... mmmmm... uhhhhh..." Colin moaned as he stood up.
The first thing he saw was a group of bimbos screaming in fear as they ran.
"What are they... scared of..." Colin said as he looked at the mirror-like surface of a nearby pole.
"OH GOD, I LOOK LIKE A HILLBILLY VOLDEMORT!"
His nose was crushed, with blood leaking from his flattened nostrils, and his four front teeth were gone.
"Well, at least I'm safe from those infected sluts." Colin sighed.
The gamer walked out as bimbos ran from him in terror. His ugly mug helped him get past the bimbos as right to Murray.
"Good God man, what happened to you?!" the officer asked.
"I hit a wall really fast and hard." the gamer groaned.
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Ending: Our hero! Our fugly hero!
"And so I helped fix the communication, and relayed vital info to the armed forces which allowed California to become an anti-viral safehaven." the gamer said to a crowd of onlookers.
"Any questions?"
All of their hands went up and Colin sighed.
"No I wasn't a circus freak for a living, yes sneezing hurts, no I don't drink moonshine, and no I am not searching for 'The boy who lived', got it?" Colin groaned.
All their hands went down as Colin went back to his lease on life: a hideous outcast in a cardboard box.
(Would you like to contribute to other parts of this story? If yes, then go right ahead, I would like to see what you can come up with. Anonymous Author, out.)