SCRIPT:

Sar: Fantasy is the creations we make to appease the feelings we have of achieving a certain
emotion. It is a concept that we imagine beacause it is impossible to happen in reality. Reality
makes use of rationality, we use our senses to understand what real life is like as that is what it
means to exist on our planet.

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Mearah (out of breath): DAMN! How many more are there?! I only got 10 bullets left. haaaa (this
is mearah sighing) Will I even make it this time? Screw it-

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Mearah: I couldn't remember what it was that drew me to the arcade. Though I couldn't
remember what, I could still remember when.

It was when I was just 7 years old and I was on a walk around the city with my father. In the
far-end corner of the mall we went to, I saw it...

As I passed by, I could hear the chattering children, the bangs and explosions were blasting
from the games all around, it was a place where everyone had a smile on their faces.

I guess my aunt realized that I was interested in the games. She sat me down in one of the
stalls, where I had played my first game. "SPACE INVADERS" I was so excited. Even when I
kept losing, I tried again and again and again. The machine soon died down and at first, I was
bummed out since I used up all my coins. Then... he appeared like the hero who comes in to
save the day. He brought the machine back to life!

I could still remember the machine, the ridges on the key, and the awe I had felt as the game
started again. With a turn of a key, they had control of the entire arcade. The storekeeper held
the power and the pleasure of all these games in their hand or on that string he wore around
their neck. The only thing I couldn't seem to remember was what they had looked like. The
image of that person's face seemed to have faded away.

I wondered why I couldn't remember the face of my hero. It was just as if their presence was a
flicker before it faded away in the back of my head.

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Next scene (Mearah as a teenager)

NOTE: LIANNA IS THE MOM

1: The mom(Lia) tells mearah to clean around in the house before going to school
2: Mearah wakes up from napping and cleans the mirror first

3: Mearah randomly stops cleaning then stares at her reflection

Lia: Why do you keep staring at the mirror like that?

Mearah: I want to disappear into the mirror.

4: Lia pinches mearah's ear

Lia: Enough with the foolishness, Go to school and play with your classmates. You've been up
all night playing with that computer again, I saw on Facebook that it will give you brain cancer!

Mearah: I never got along with the kids in school. They were loud, rowdy, and rough. They
always treated me like I was invisible and made me feel like I was a ghost.

5: Aunt calls mearah after school and says that they're gonna go to the arcade and mearah gets
really happy

Mearah: That's right, even when they made me feel invisible, even when the mirror made me
disappear, the machines took me away and brought me to different places. Made me different
people, important people.

Lia's voice: Don't you want to make something of yourself? What are you doing with your life?
Don't you want to be someone in this world?

Mearah: When the rest of my family migrated to another country, I broke the ties with this world.
There was no one here to keep dragging me back. So I dropped out of school, moved into a
room near the mall, and started working as the shopkeeper at the arcade.

Finally, that key that I had longed for since my first visit to this arcade was now mine. I was now
the master of this galaxy, holding power over all the different words with a mere turn of the key.
It was all mine... this was where I belonged.

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Mearah: The only things bringing me back to the world where I didn't belong were the
occasional calls, letters, and packages from my family abroad. Then... I met her.

6: princess toadstool comes in the arcade with her two brothers and plays the games with her

Mearah: With all of those tickets I bet they could exchange it for every plastic toy in this arcade.
She reminds me of that one character that Mario saves… Princess toadstool. I was mario
saving her from king koopa and his spiked shell. I saved her multiple times, from zombies to
being held by that perp in that grocery store. She needed my help and she needed to be saved
and at the end she thanks me every time she was free… because of me.
Every day and night I wish I was holding her hand but the only thing I held long enough are the
hard metal of the joystick and plastic keypads. I couldn’t get enough of her, she was the only
one who brought me back to the real world not even my games could give me something this
real.

Thursday…Friday…Saturday…Sunday the only day she gets to come and play with her brother.
God I really wish that machine would crash... I just want to help her out again and she would
thank me. But I have to patiently wait.

7: princess toadstool comes with friends on a Friday mearah is happy to see her and wasn’t
expecting her to come in on a Friday and mearah just watches her with her friends

High school days hmm… times where I would always be excited to go straight to the arcade
after an exam week, I bet they just finished theirs as well. She looks so happy and her smile fits
her so well.

8: the boy holds her hand

A classmate perhaps? A friend that’s so close to her they’re even holding hands? This young
boy was every villain I save her from why is a villain together happily holding hands with
princess toadstool? Calling her stupid just because she accidentally made you lost a game
pathetic. You were pissed. You were furious that you lost your game and lashed her out how
could you? Im gonna rescue her again and again to get her away from people like you. Just to
feel her hand on mine makes me realized that Isaved someone I rescued her Im a hero to her.
Her protector.

The moment was limited since her friends came in worried about her and took her away from
me but she thanked me again. I told her that I noticed she comes in on every Sunday and that Ill
see her on Sunday but she just s,miled and left me.

Its unusual for me because I didn’t play anything in the aracade just this key in my hand but
honestly what do I need this key for anyway? I have the power to actually save people without it
I didn’t need the screen or contorls to be a hero because I already saved my princess toadstool.

Sunday came in again and she was bacl with her two brothers playing the usual games. I was
called by one of princess toadstools brother and said that she needed my assistance. I found
her by the machine with a steering wheel and it ate her token so I do what I do best I fixed it for
her I was hoping that she would have recognized me from last Friday but she just smiled and
thanked.

She doesn’t rememebe me? She doenst recognize the person who saved her from king koopa.
Who am I kididng no one veer bothered to notice who I was. In their eye si was just someone
who held the key. The only time these people approach me and aknowledge me was with one
turn of my key. Who am I then? Am I just soeone who holds a key all day?

This world isnt for me… it never was and it never will be…
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LAST LINE OF THE MOVIE:

Sar: Because the present generation is the first generation to be continuously exposed to
technology, we tend to detach ourselves from the real world as we gain interest in what the
world online is like. In some cases, many throw their life away in exchange for the satisfaction
that they want to pacify. There are times when we lose touch with who we are. The story gives
us an idea of what our life may be like if we follow the footsteps of the protagonist, we will flicker,
fade, and eventually be gone.