The dark master

On the other side was a huge wooden room, like the kind you see in old castles. Standing on platforms against each wall was a huge suit of armor, complete with a battle sword and shield. The weird thing was they were all different colors: one was blue, one red, one yellow and one black. On the other side was another door. And there were mice in this room, too.
"You know what's happened, don't you?" Randy said, and I didn't even have to answer. I knew. Crazy as it sounded, somehow we'd been pulled into the game itself!
"Maybe that's the way out," I said, and we headed for the other door, but a clanking metal sound stopped us. Looking over, I saw that the blue suit of armor had stepped down and was now walking towards us! We turned to run back, but the red suit of armor cut us off. Then the black and the yellow ones moved in on us and before long we were surrounded! And if this wasn't bad enough, a mouse was crawling on my shoe!
"Now what?" Randy cried.
"That Darkmaster creep said there was one way out, we just have to find it."
The knights were closing in, swords raised!
The mouse was now trying to crawl up my pantleg. "Aw, man!" I shouted, shaking my foot, but just then an idea hit me. "No," I said, "that can't really be the way out, it's too corny."
"Who cares?" Randy hollered. "If you've got an idea, go for it!" "Okay." Reaching down, I forced myself to pick up the mouse. It wriggled and squirmed in my hand and I almost dropped it, but I managed to hold on. "Green means go, so red must mean stop." I turned to the red knight and held the mouse up to its shield, then made a clicking sound with my tongue. In an instant, there was another flash of lightning, and when I opened my eyes, we were back in my room!
"Man," Randy panted, "what did you do?"
"The secret was a sick joke. To start the game we mouse-clicked on a green shield, right? So to get out "
"You clicked a mouse on a red shield," Randy groaned.
"Sorry, but this disk is going in the trash," I said, opening my CD ROM drive. But the disk wasn't there!
The next day we decided to visit the little store where Randy had gotten it. But when we got there, he nearly had a cow, because there was no store, only a vacant lot.
"But it was here!" he cried.
"Hey, what's that?" I said, pointing to an envelope on the ground an envelope with our names on it! With shaking hands, I picked it up, opened it and read: "You won, and therefore I must go back and make my game more challenging. Perhaps we shall play again someday."
It was signed: "The Darkmaster."

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