Creative Writing: The Handmaid's Tale

Gary sat in his throne, his hand covering his face.

"These Sparklers and Manklers, the ones who frequent the Open Thread. They believe it to be only virtual, yes?"

"Most of them, yes. Some do act as if it is real, though, my lord."

"Good." The servant he had been conversing with scurried away. Gary stood up. He walked over to another servant, loathing the physical movement. "Darn that Doctor." He muttered under his breath. The servant he was facing stood to attention. "Fetch the Darkler mage. I do not care if he is busy, he is to come."

"Yes, my lord." The servant left the room. Gary slowly made his way back to his chair, sighing gratefully as he sat down. He waited patiently for the first three minutes. He was annoyed at five. When the

They all bowed to Gary. "You summoned us?"

"Your teacher will explain."

"Our lord Gary has instructed me to turn the Open Thread into a physical manifestation for the users."

"What is our purpose? We do not have the expertise requires for such a spell."

"I require you to channel extra energy for this complex spell."

"Ah."

"Now, if you could just stand on one of those corners..." He directed each apprentice to a corner so the formed a triangle. The mage stood in the middle of them. He began chanting. "Eleka nahmen a tum a tum eleka nahmen. Eleka nahmen a tum a tum eleka nahmen." He continued this over and over. The threee apprentices were on their knees, channeling energy to their master. Gary leant back in his throne, watching. He was really quite bored by the end of it.

"Is it done?"

"Yes, my lord. Next time they log in, they will be transported to the physical counterpart, where they will be trapped."

"Good. Off you go." The mages left Gary, almost running from his presence. "Servant!" He demanded. "Bring me food. I'm hungry."

"Yes, my lord." Gary clicked his fingers and had himself moved to his dining table. The chef was there waiting for him.

"We have prepared chicken, chips, cookies and vegetables,

"And tell the chef never to cook these again." Gary said, pelting Jon with peas.

“Of course. Shall I have him punished?”

“If he does it again, yes. Just throw these at him this time.” He shoved the peas towards Jon.

“At once, my lord.” Jon picked up the bowl of peas and headed towards the kitchens. Gary finished his meal, and had some servants (sorry, slaves) take him back to his throne room. He sat there for five minutes, after which he decided he was bored.

“Slave! Slave!” He called out. “ Bring me a table, the detective and cluedo!” The slave left without a word, rubbing their ear. The table arrived first, and Gary once again had himself moved. He bashed the table, and a drink appeared within seconds. He sipped his drink and watched the detective walk in. He put cluedo down on the table and began setting it up.

“What character would you like to be, Gary?” The detective was the only person who was able to call Gary by his name without repercussions.

“I SHALL BE REVEREND GREEN!”

“Alright.” The detective set up pieces.

“THE GAME, MR HUDSON, IS ON!”

“Yes. Now roll the die.” Gary took the die and shook it viciously. He threw it onto the board where it landed on