Dave sat in his bedroom/office, alone. As he usually did.
His computer was the only light in the room, illuminating each and every roll of fat on his body.
In short, Dave was a lazy pervert, often called ‘Slob’ or ‘Lardo’ back in his high-school days. But now he’s twenty-seven, and remains the same creepy pervert he’s always been.
His desk was covered in empty chip bags, soda bottle, hadn’t been cleaned for well-over a year. And clearly he’s made no intention of doing so, or even leaving.
Dave was obese. His t-shirt barely fit over his stomach, and his pants hardly fit over his ass. He had a scraggly beard and short, scruffy, thinning hair. And notably wore a pair of big square glasses.
His days consisted of sitting at his desk and doing nothing but scrolling on his internet forums. Despite this, he was a lucky guy. He’s managed to make millions from a stroke of luck in his early twenties, and still continued to pile up money from it. Something to do with an internet app, likely a scam. But it made him the big bucks, allowing him to put no effort into his life.
And he wanted nothing more.
One night in 2009, with the cold Fall air breezing through his window, Dave scrolled through his emails, hoping to find someone else to mess around with, maybe to video chat and masturbate to. He once again thought himself lucky, finding an email from someone named Rose. As he clicked on the email, it seemed to have no address.
He adjusted his glasses as he looked deeper.
‘Dear David Elmark,
My name is Rose, and I would like to give you the privilege of being one of my first ‘subjects’. I have seen your marvellous display and think you would be a perfect candidate for a little something I have yet to name. However, I can explain.
For tonight, and only tonight, you will be granted the power to make any wishes you want. To change absolutely anything you desire, with absolutely no consequences.
I hope you use this power well, and use it wisely. I hope to meet you soon my dearest.
Yours,
Rose’
Dave scoffed at the idea, thinking it to be a scam of some kind. But with no link, and no email address, he assumed it to be some troll.
He looked down at himself, and said out loud,
“Wishes, bah!” He yelled to no one but himself, “I would wish I had another bag of chips!” He laughed at himself.
But he turned his head, and to his left… he saw an unopened, untouched bag of chips. He looks confused. A little worried. Then was overcome with a sense of creativity.
Perverted creativity.