"Hmm, I suppose my whole life's gonna change. This is just too much pressure, i need my harmonica."
And as plok drew out the harmonica, people and animals came closer to him. The sound of the
Harmonica couldn't be dealt with only listening, but feeling. Many game heroes shed tears when they heard the sound of the harmonious wind breeze going in their ears, and remaining in there for quite a long time, then going out as a form we know as a tear.
-This is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. You really got talent, dude.
-Thanks. And you are..?
-That is of no matter. Please tell me if you know more than only that. Do you know... other genres?
-Well, of course. Listen.
Then Plok begins playing other tracks that he knew.
"Here's something western-fast."
"Here's something when I'm a lumberjack."
"Here's something "Scary"."
As plok was playing all of these themes one after another, the listener realized he was talking to a real harmonica-talent.
-Say Plok, do you have something on your mind while you're playing these tunes?
-Well, I do. The harmonious one reminds me of granddad. The second one reminds me of those annoying fleas getting killed by me with a magnum in my hand. The third one reminds me of me with a shotgun being a lumberjack, and the last one reminds me of the Flea queen, which I had killed, and so... killed... my world.
-Ok... You do realize with who you're talking?
-No... Who are you?
-No? Don't I remind you of someone?
-Actually, you do look a little like... *Plok opens the mouth widely, and seems surprised and happy at the same time*. YOU'RE...
-Yes I am. When you killed off the Flea-queen, you destroyed our land, and so reached my new home. It was supposed to happen when you die as well, but no. I'm happy you topped me with your knowledge of playing that instrument.
-Ok, granddad. What level are you, by the way?
-Level? Oh... well, i reached 99 a long time ago.
-Really?
-Well, I mastered all that. But my time's over as a fighter. All look onto me so strangely. They never saw a black-and-white video-game character in their lives.
-Well, I understand why. Pong's maybe the only famous one.
-But, I really believe your place is not my place. I remember holding you in my hands when you were a baby... Good times.
-Uhm, Grandpa, what happened to... well, my mom and dad?
-I don't know that either... I've always wondered how they disappeared and left you with me... Listen up, Plok. If you came to this world, that means they must be here around as well. Your priority now should be to search for them. I hope you succeed.
-...SO, we are parting now, huh?
-Yes.
-See you in a near future, granddad.
As Plok said that, he remembered all the time he spend on getting to the Flea queen. And He knew that that was not the end of Plok's journey.