I'm back, after... Uhhh... carry the two... A very long time! Time to make up a new story!

-A wealthy child dreams of being a developer

-A skillful teenager becomes a likeable programmer

-A violent game puzzles a disagreeable man

-A sturdy desk gets trashed by a broken programmer

-A polite kid chases a hallowed programmer

....Ok, this is gonna be a long one, but GO! (Had to do a hell of a lot of research to get names and games and places and stuff)

"You need to decide, Dean. What do you want to be when you're older?" His father looked him in the eyes, quite curious as to what he might say. "I already told you, dad." He stopped mid sentence and pointed to a picture on the far side of the room. "That again? Honestly, Dean. You're a smart young man and I know we have the money, but do you really think you can become a developer? You realise how much work that is?" His father stood up and walked to the door. "Son, I'm going to send your mother in to see if she can talk sense to you. When you've got a logical and realistic answer, come talk to me." (Geezuz, who stuck a frozen stick up this guy's ass?) "Dad..." The boy already decided. He had been in a private school from a young age. He always had high grades, he even took programming as a subject. (Pffffch as if any character I make can be that smart.)

3 years later... (That's a long time, in case you missed it.)

The boy had finally completed his matric exams. He had to choose a college."Dean." His dad walked in his room. "Father."(Geezuz, so formal!) Dean hadn't moved from his spot in front of the computer. He was typing away on some junior developing kit. "Dean. You know why I'm here." Dean still didn't look away, as he calmly continued and said - the thing he's probably said most the last 4 years - "My answer is still the same." Dean's father, instead of the normal argument, sat down on his bed and gave Dean a list. "Here's a list of colleges nearby. You can select one and we'll pay your entry fees." Dean was shocked. (Omigawd he's being reasonable!) He immediately turned from his computer screen and took the list. "Nearby? But.. these are miles away." Dean had flipped through the files. He looked at his father. "I know. Most of the colleges on the list are out of town. But down worry, We can buy an apartment flat for you." He stood and was just about to leave when his son called. "What made you change your mind?" Dean had a worried expression. (Because otherwise the story wouldn't progress, you moron.) His father had hesitated at first, but then, in a soft voice he said "You've shown your mother and I the past few years what a hard worker you can be. I decided to give you a chance because of that." Dean smiled. "I like this one."

Another 5 years later... (Eww, Dean is old now....)

Dean was standing outside a building. (Which building you ask? Read further and you'll know, idiot.) The building which he waited for most of his life to stand before. He had finally graduated college, and is now a programmer. Liked and respected for being a main programmer and developer in the best game ever (No, not Deadpool, unfortunately.), Call of Super League of Warcraft: Assassin's Mortal Ocarina of Final Street Theft 4, a First Person Shooter Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Strategy-based game, (Or FPSMMORPGSBG for short. Yeah.) Where you play as Ash Ketchum, a super saiyan from planet Namek who uses his powers as a Spirit detective to defeat Hollows in order to protect the digital world from the fire nation, with your side-kick, Mario, a dragonborn from planet Sera who is part of an organisation called SeeD, to help stop the T-virus from spreading and turning everyone into giant mutant turtles. It is a very successful game and everyone with a XWiiPlayUboxStation platform is playing it. (Crossovers, crossovers everywhere.) All but one man in particular (Screw you, one man in particular.) enjoys the game, and thinks it is the best thing ever made.  This disagreeable man thinks the game is too violent and confusing (Hell, Isn't violence what makes games great?) and has tried to sue the game's developer, ActiRockGearHeadSquareSoftIgo Entertainment Studios, which Dean is a main programmer of. (That means it's bad news for Dean.)

Eventually, the man stops trying to sue the company, seeing that he won't go far. The company, however, despite Dean's efforts, sees it as his fault, as he is the main programmer. The company call his to a meeting and says he needs to take some time off the job, while they decide if they should fire him or not. Dean feels broken inside. When he gets home he befalls into rage. He starts trashing his apartment. He threw his favourite desk out of the window. (Poor desk!)  

Two days later... (Omigawd, dem time skips..)

Dean is walking to the train station, where he sits on a bench next to a man about his age and his son, who looks about 8 years old. The man had stood up and left as soon as Dean sat down. "Nobody recognises me anymore... And those that do probably hate me." Dean mumbles to himself under his breath. "I'm nothing but hollow. I'm empty. There is nothing for me anymore." Dean said once again, closing his eyes. (Jeez Louise, he's like a sad old man. Oh wait...) Suddenly a tap on the shoulder had disturbed him of his thoughts. The man and his son was there once again. The boy had looked at him as if he'd seen him before. "Are you Mr. Dean Corrigne? (Pffffch, what a gay surname. N-Not that gays aren't awesome, but... Umm... Hehehe.) The programmer for the game everyone is talking about?" Dean nodded, and the boy held out an icecream for Dean. "Please don't be sad Mr. Dean. You're very talented." Dean had smiled when he heard those words, but realised he was late for his train. He ran to get to the train. The polite boy had followed him, telling him that he had forgotten his icecream. Dean smiled and told the boy he should keep it. Dean had boarded his train in time, and as he sat dawn, he thought... "How the hell does that little kid know me? He is, like, eight or something? The game we developed clearly has a Rated M sticker on it. Damn, kids these days!" (Didn't expect that ending, didja?! But seriously. Kids these days.)

Well. That was fun. And totally didn't take four hours to write. Hahaha. Why would you think- Oh Goddamnit, my jokes are terrible.