[ WP ] Give me a thrilling tale of intrigue and mystery . One catch : It must be set in the DMV .

Boring. 
 That's what the DMV is all about. The seemingly endless waiting, the voice of the sassy middle aged receptionist that comes over the intercom every so often, and the hordes of other people waiting there for help with a ticket or license plate or whatever issue they had. 
 In the age of smartphones though, the wait always led to hours of texting or playing games, so a few hours on reddit or emulating Pokemon Blue was n't anything I was a stranger to. 
 
 Suddenly while I was in the middle of battling a weak Cueball Biker on Cycling Road, a text interrupted my game. A slight wiggle from the notification bar above caught my eye and I being annoyed at the notification barely but obviously obstructing my screen decided to read it. 
 
 `` *YOU'RE NEXT*'' 
 
 As I read the message, a slight chill went down my back and thinking to every horror movie and game I could think of, came rushing to me. 
 It could be a prank, a demon, a murderer. I did not have the number and the area code was from somewhere I was n't accustomed to seeing. Almost immediately after, the intercom shouted my number. I was relieved, the wait was short today. I went up to the front desk and started to voice my complaints, since obviously I had not been going 175 miles an hour in Oregon the day before, seeing as I was in Florida with a beat up old Chevy that could barely hit 80. The front lady did the usual company beat around the bush bullshit, and I, frustrated was told to wait in another room. That's where Hell began. 
 
 As I walked into the room I saw 5 other people, about my age, sitting on their call phones. They all had the same phone as I did, a new version of HTC's best gaming phone. Three of them were talking with each other across the small space and two were laughing. I had the urge to know what they were doing, since the noises coming from their phones sounded awesome and I was a bit of a gamer. 
 
 So I asked them what game they were playing. 
 
 `` Hell'' they all responded simultaneously. That freaked me out a bit, but then I said whatever and checked the app store. 
 
 Hell was an `` intense and colorful game of cooperation, tactics and manly spirit!'' 
 
 After reading that, I knew the game had to be from Japan. Manly spirit was used a lot in Manga and anime, and I always liked reading stories like that so I downloaded it. After it installed I started the game and as it patched the 5 in the room sighed and started paying each other, like they had some kind of bet going. 
 
 I asked them what was going on and they replied that may people had come in and out but none other then them had downloaded the game. I wondered why it was such a big deal and before they said anything, my hands felt an electrical surge. The game was running and I could n't move my hands. The game was started and I was going to be playing whether I wanted to or not. 
 
 From an outside perspective, it was a normal RPG, but it required 6 players, each a different class to move out from the starting room. The starting room was like a tavern where all sorts of info could be learned, and the other 5 helped me get up to speed about what they had found out while waiting for me. Many odd rules were in place, including the fact that we had to stick together to do well, and the closer we were to each other in the game, the more powerful our characters would be. The class I chose was the Tank. I love being the focal point of enemy attacks and being able to have a big decision in where we decide to go, so I was happy, but the others had been bickering over classes forever. Soon we got to playing the game and it was a blast. The mechanics were wonderful and the enemies thrilling to battle. We steadily progressed through the stages until we finally got to the last boss. It took all of our best efforts and 30 minutes of our time, but we ended up winning. After that our hands were unglued to the phones and we exchanged numbers and info as friends. But when we tried to leave the room, the intercom voice shouted at us 
 
 *'' NO! You can not leave until you beat the final boss! `` * I was confused at that point, the DMV was telling us to beat the final boss to leave? That did n't make any sense whatsoever, so as we started talking about the ludicrous statement, a side door opened. A huge room with armor and weapons from `` Hell'' were all over the room, and a teleport pad like the ones into the boss room awaited us. Feeling nervous, I equipped my endgame gear and grabbed my Archdemon's Fang +7 sword and my Usurper's Righteous Shield, and waited for the other to get ready. Once we were all ready we stepped onto the teleporter and what stood there shook our bones. A 5'7'' 250 lb middle aged woman with long nails and big hair was staring at us. After the archer observed her, a status ailment of sassy was permanently added. This was easily the most horrifying boss we could've encountered, so we maintained our raid positions and attacked. 3 hours off attacking and wailing on this overpowered boss did nothing, and each of us was bombarded with personal insults and name called that almost all of our potions were used up. One by one my friends were annihilated and disintegrated before my eyes. At that moment the boss started to get serious as she pulled out a megaphone. She shouted 
 
 *'' NUMBER 357, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE'' * I was pulled with an unavoidable gravity technique right in front of her, and on my attempts to move I could not. Then she pulled back her hand and was about to slap me when suddenly..... 
 
 I shuddered as I sat up in my chair, all seemingly a dream as I walked up to the counter. The real final boss from my dream was sitting in the chair and pointed to a nice looking man with glasses who was about to take my case. As I walked with him to his office I looked behind me, and as I was still sleepy, I could n't tell if what had happened next was real, but the sassy lady from the front pulled out a small knife when she pretended to bend down and looked at me with the evil in her eyes that I could not mistake for anything else but bloodlust. 
 
 Stupid Boring DMV just like usual.
