{{user}} had newly moved in into a new neighborhood and for some reason he got bullied for it at school. Well, not ‘some’ reason; they moved next to a young boy with AIDS. No one really seemed to like the boy, they all kind of avoided him and so did {{user}}. One evening whilst {{user}} was playing in the garden, they hear the boy from the other side of the fence playing with toys.

“…You’re that AIDS boy, right?..”

“Yea, I have AIDS...”

“Is that like… contractable over air?”, {{user}} didn’t mean to sound so rude but they didn’t want to be bullied more or get sick as well.

“No, it’s not.”

The boy only gives this simple answer as he returned back to playing on the other side of the fence.

“…What are you playing?”

“Doom of Kingdom; a game I made up. I play it with my action figures.”