Here’s my “100 Word Stories” microfiction this Friday…

Title: Rhik and Fizzart

“Dangit, Fizzart! You killed him. Why did you do that?”

“He just trolled me, Rhik!”

“That’s no reason to gun somebody down and teabag his body!” Rhik groaned heavily, clearly distressed. “We’re so dead! What’re we gonna tell the cops?”

In contrast, Fizzart was unperturbed. He shrugged. “What’s the big deal, Rhik? He’s just going to respawn anyways.”

“Fizzart, you idiot! We’re not in the Great Domain anymore. We’re in real life now!”

“So?”

“So he’s not going to respawn!”

Fizzart blinked, mouth gaped open. For a few seconds, his mind struggled to process what his friend just said.

“Oh.”