[ WP ] After brushing your teeth in the morning you go downstairs to fry an egg , but when you try the frying pan buzzes at you and text appears reading , `` level 18 cooking required to use object '' .

Yuppies always interested me. Those people toiling in suits so that one day they could say they've had enough. Then they'd quit and start a food truck, the ultimate yuppie dream. I was n't one of those people. One of them had got me this Daewoo, non-stick, frying pan though. It had to be good because it had a picture of a bikini-clad model holding it on the side. I'm not sure she could cook but they could afford to put a hot chick on their side cover they had to know what they were doing. Who would n't want to be in her kitchen right? Unfortunately, anything I stirred in a pot would have men in lead suits coming to inspect the place. My level 1 cooking skills had not improved with time. 
 
 I slammed down the silver metallic circle in rage. After a year homeless and a month struggling with utilities, I come to understand that once water, rent, and electricity were paid, the rest were just minor details. I went to the fridge and got a slice of pink birthday cake. I'd earned the popping bottles achievement yesterday, open a bottle of champagne and drink less than what you spray out. Its icon still hovered on my left, a golden piece of foil. 
 
 Steve was in the next room nursing his hangover with Alka Seltzer and Netflix. I'd seen him unlock level 20 DJ skills last night as the crowd danced like it was on crack. Who knew the agent was had it in him. 
 
 The ocean gleamed a giant sheet of blue beneath the white yacht we'd rented. It was n't due until tomorrow. We could laze around all day. 
 
 I met Steve last year. he'd helped me steer through the swamp that was the movie industry to rise without hassle. He said he saw something in me, I appreciated his faith. 
 
 Pierre and Byron were going for the Solarphobic achievement, but neither could stay a whole day without going out: amateurs. 
 
 `` Crazy party last night huh,'' I started. 
 
 `` I have the hangover to prove it'' he replied. `` but you were great, those guys loved you. I see them making a call.'' 
 
 `` My first movie script,'' I smiled dreamily, `` Thanks Steve, I swear man you are god sent.'' I said sitting next to him. I took out my phone for a selfie. 
 
 `` It was nothing man, you earned it.'' he replied slapping my back as I clicked. 
 
 I stopped, focused on the image. I turned to my left, then turned to Steve. I looked again to confirm before asking him. 
 
 `` What did you just do?'' I asked. 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 I looked at my achievements searched for the golden icon that was floating next to me the whole day. It was n't there. 
 
 `` Last night's achievement, it's gone.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 I looked at the pic again. It showed both me and Steve having it float on our shoulders for a second. 
 
 `` Steve did you take my achievement?'' 
 
 `` Are you accusing me of being a thief?'' 
 
 `` I'm just asking man, not making any accusations.'' 
 
 `` No I have n't. How dare you accuse me of such a thing?'' 
 
 I kept quiet for a moment, `` I do n't know. It was there for just a second.'' 
 
 `` Well look!'' he revealed his achievements, several dozen more than mine, but coincidentally no Popping Bottles. 
 
 I was about to apologize when I remembered Steve had been banned from several clubs for his cocky, over-the-top attitude. There was no way he had n't earned this on his first paycheck. 
 
 I bent my fingers forming the only spell I knew how to do. An eye-opening charm. It revealed every achievement and spell the person it was used on had. My mouth opened in awe as I saw his charisma go from 100 to 2000, his spell case increased from 40 to 200 spells and an alabaster blindfold hovered over his head. The 40 thieves Achievement: steal more than 40 achievements in less than 24 hours. 
 
 As we looked at each other my phone rang, I looked it was Steve. I picked it up. 
 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 `` Hey Mitch,'' a female voice started, it was Eva his girlfriend. `` Sorry for missing the party last night, was really sick. Could I talk to Steve? He forgot his phone here and I have n't seen him in a while.'' 
 
 `` Were n't you with him last night? I even shook your hand?'' I said. 
 
 `` BYRON! PIERRE!'' I yelled out. 
 
 `` I was n't at that party, she responded.'' 
 
 `` If you were n't here then who did I see?'' 
 
 Steve was trying to make it to the top muttering a chant as he ran. Pierre and Byron came up as I pulled him to me. As I caught him in a bear hug he vaporized and went out a window as a grey tornado. 
 
 `` Mitch! Mitch!'' I could hear Eva yelling from the phone. 
 
 `` Dude what the hell?'' Pierre started 
 
 `` I'm not sure what happened but I do n't think that was Steve.'' 
 
 `` Then who was it?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know, but more importantly, where's Steve?'' 
 
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