[4:51:55 AM] Anthony [Trev]: Write a story about a kid who lost his Giga Fighter in the mall and an old war veteran gives it to him after a chase through Belk's where he thinks the old homeless guy is gonna kidnap him
[4:52:03 AM] Anthony [Trev]: but really he's just giving him his late 90s nostalgia toy back
Let me tell you a story of my youth, one of many that I haven't spoken of yet. Let me tell you a story of a simple outing, a simple outing to the mall. Let me tell you of the loss of something dear. Let me tell you of a terrible midsummer's day.
It was an afternoon like any other. I sat in front of the TV, entranced by this week's episode of Giga Fighter, a beloved show of mine. I “flew” my Giga Fighter toy around, filling the den with the muffled sounds of explosions and gunfire, wind blowing and cheers. My Giga Fighter had saved the world for the third time that afternoon, and the world just couldn't get enough of it.
“RAAAAHHHHHHH, the Giga Fighter saved us from the Nega Lord's evil plan to blow up the world! We love you, Giga Fighter!”
Flying my Giga Fighter around the room, I lost myself in my games, basking in his glory. He was the coolest. He destroyed every foe, saved every beautiful woman, and had the respect of every guy around. He was my idol, the one I looked up to most of all.
“Joshua, are you dressed yet? Turn off that damned TV and get ready! We're going to the mall.”
The mall. Maybe we'd stop by Belk's! I saw a commercial for some cool Giga Fighter bedstuffs.
I needed them.
That would be my mission. I would save the world, or my bedroom at least, with the bed set.
The trip to the mall was boring as it had ever been. I passed the time imagining that Giga Fighter was outside the car, keeping pace with us as we drove. He'd run, jump over power lines as if they were hurdles.