[ WP ] Through complete accident , you gain access to life 's development console , and all of its cheating potential .

I hammered away at the keyboard, enemy snipers picking off my team one by one. My teammates weren ’ t exactly doing much either, running straight back out from behind cover. I was getting sick and tired of losing every match, so I enabled a few console commands. 
 
 For you non-PC Elite master race gamers, console commands are the shit. Cheat codes for consoles are nowhere near as cool. The possibilities are endless – only limited by your imagination. Your enemy way too skilled? Have a pig appear in his crosshairs every time he tries to shoot. Or better yet, make him shoot out bullets that don ’ t hurt. Their reactions when they get five clean shots on you, and you don ’ t die… priceless. 
 
 My computer decided to choose that moment to freeze, and to say I was pissed would be an understatement. I was seething. I grabbed the keyboard and like a true raging idiot, I threw it at the monitor. Sparks flew out, one of them catching me just under the temple. 
 
 By this point, my “ babysitter ” had burst into the room, finally eager to give me some attention. I couldn ’ t move, I couldn ’ t speak, and I sure as hell didn ’ t have the energy to listen to her ranting on about how my dad was going to flip out when he came home. 
 
 In the corner of my vision, there was something new. A hell of a lot of writing, words mixed with numbers. Codes. It was a console, a real life console. No fucking way. I attempted to type into the box, and it took way more than a few attempts before I ’ d finally figured it out. By this time, Sandy was in hysterics. She was sobbing, staring at the broken computer, then back to me. **mute entity Sandy** I typed, curious to see whether it would actually work. 
 
 Silence. 
 
 I smiled to myself, and tried another **set maxhealth Max 1000**. Sensations came rushing through my neurones, feelings I had never experienced and couldn ’ t hope to describe flowed through me. My thoughts were clearer, my mind sharper. Sandy watched in silence, as I stood, flexing my newly-functioning limbs. I kicked my old wheelchair and watched it crash into the wall, huge dents forming in the steel frame. **set Money 30000** I typed, and slowly I pulled out my smartphone. I logged into my bank, and there it was in the balance “ £30,000.00 ”. The world was mine for the taking. 
 
 That was a long time ago. The FBI had stormed in days later, after the bank contacted them about my income drastically changing. Questioning me, they soon found out about my new powers. I was trained, an Exo-warrior, they called me. I could ’ ve resisted, taken them down if I ’ d wanted to, but honestly? I was more than grateful that I could walk again, the selfish crippled kid died when I got shocked. I left the FBI shortly after, I just wanted to be normal I guess. 
 
 Normal, as if I ever could be. It was all over the news. I was a freak according to society, people either wanted to use me or avoid me entirely, scared of what my powers could do. So I write this story as a potential suicide note, as soon as I ’ ve submitted this I ’ m going to exit the console. I have no idea what ’ s going to happen, but wish me luck. I just want to be one of you. 

