Game Time

Hi guys! Before I begin with the story, I want to let you know that this is my second one in a series. If you want to view the first one, click right here.

Sigma Male learns that he has qualified for the Steal a Brainrot World Championships, celebrates with his family and AI assistant HeadGPT, and spends the next week preparing for the competition in Ohio. When he finally arrives at the championship building in 2196 with his gaming setup and endless confidence, he realizes this tournament could completely change his life.

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Sigma Male stared at The Poster again and again.  He could not believe it. HE HAD MADE IT TO THE STEAL A BRAINROT WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS. The personal AI in his brain congratulated him. 

“Good job, SIGMA MALE.”

“Thanks HeadGPT,” said Sigma Male with a smile.

“If you would accept my advice, I think you should go home and tell your parents. I have already contacted the school’s headmaster and informed him that you might be going home. He sends his deepest congratulations as well. He also sends a holographic candy bar.”

“ALRIGHT BET! HEADGPT DA GOAT!” Sigma Male, snatching the bar out of midair while launching himself into the sky.

He flew and flew and flew until he reached his house. He burst through the door, did a backflip midair, landed in a spooder man pose. 

“Noice,” he said. 

“Sigma Male? Why aren’t  you at school?” asked his parents, Alpha Male and Sigma Female while cooking lunch.

“Hey popper, mommer, guess what?”

Sigma's parents both thought for 10 minutes. Then they asked their personal AIs for lists of possible things that Sigma Male could have meant. Then they took a quick break. Then they recharged their brain expansion pack batteries. Eventually, Sigma couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I made it to the Steal a Brainrot world championships and I wanted to tell you so badly but I wanted it to be a surprise but it’s not anymore because I just ruined it! Oops..” 

Sigma’s parents were speechless. Then they both started shouting at once.

“Where is it?”

“I’m so proud of you, son!”

“Our Alpha rizzler, all grown up!”

“BARBECUE HOT DOGS!”

The last one was due to a flying packet of barbecue sauce exploding over their lunch, hot dogs. Luckily, barbecue hot dogs were pretty good. Sigma Male explained everything about it. It was in Ohio, obviously, and the time that it started was…

“Wait!” Sigma exclaimed. “I don’t know when it is!”

Sigma fell to the ground, groaning in pain and screaming about why everyone always steals his Los Spaghetti and how he never knows anything… But then, as all was lost, a hero showed up, dressed in AI and a voice like thunder-

“Bro stop with the cliche narrator!”

Alright fine. I’ll rephrase it.

Suddenly, a voice called out from Sigma’s brain. 

“The Steal a Brainrot World Championships, also known as Sabwc, will be held on June 7, 2196, or 6, 7, 2196.”

  “ALRIGHT BET HEADGPT DA GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

“I am not a goat. I am your friendly neighborhood Spooder-Ai.”

Despite HeadGPT being a Spooder AI, Sigma felt great. The Steal a Brainrot World Championships were in only 1 week! He had to pack. He would definitely need his foldable bed, his Quattuorquinquagintillion fold Samsung flip phone, and… probably the entire house. Luckily, in 2196, duffle bags connect to a parallel universe so they have infinite space (seriously, who comes up with these inventions?)

After one week, Sigma was ready. He stood in front of the building with his $4,100 gaming PC. This was it. He was about to walk into his designated room, open up his PC, and start playing Steal a Brainrot. The host building wasn’t too special, beige walls, beige door, beige roof painted over with beige, but it was going to change Sigma’s life. He took a deep breath. After all, what was the worst that could happen?