Mega Man Gen X doesn’t care much for hunting Mavericks. The pay is bad. The hours are long. None of the stages have grunge music. Just the same old corporate synth garbage. He fights anyway. He has to.

He doesn’t care about the war. What’s the point? He’ll fight if he has to, but it’s not like it matters.

The stages all have the same cheap techno soundtrack. No grunge. No feeling. Just corporate noise. He hasn’t played video games since 1993. Nothing after the NES was any good. He still thinks about Blaster Master sometimes.

His boss is some Indian CEO who micromanages from a glass tower. Sends emails at all hours. Asks for weekend shifts. Gen X deletes them without reading. Zero tells him he should take his job more seriously. “Cool, man,” Gen X says, not listening.

His buster is falling apart. He won’t fix it. If it breaks, he’s done. Maybe that’s for the best.

Sigma keeps coming back. Every few years, another rebellion, another speech about his vision for Reploids. Sigma is a boomer. He always wins. X doesn’t call him out because boomers don’t lose. They just take. The Reploid pension fund? Gone. Probably sitting in some offshore account while Sigma lectures them about work ethic.

Gen X doesn’t take off his helmet. He’s bald. It’s fine. Not like he’s trying to impress anyone.

One day, the Resistance asks him to step up. Lead the charge. Be the hero.

He leans back in his chair. Takes a long drag from his vape. Stares at the ceiling.

"Whatever," he says.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5687527&forum_id=2#48707251)

*heroin needle appears*

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5687527&forum_id=2#48706519)