My target crumples to the ground and I lower my disruptor pistol.
Jed's words flash up on the screen.
u get him?
I look back at the image of the guy I just shot. Blood is pooling underneath the body. It's gross, and it's seems like it's there just to be gross. It sort of ruins the whole illusion of my packing some kind of next-gen laser weapon.
Jed messages again.
DID YOU GET HIM???
yeah, I type back.
kewl, the words come back. come to the lower level. im kicking some serious A$$ with the nailgun.
I move past the body, and glance around to make sure no one is lurking.
Im not comfortable with this, I type.
!?? comes back, and I assume he must be too steeped in combat to actually type words.
too much pointless death, I type.
I move to the stairway that leads down to where Jed is currently "kicking A$$."
ITS A GAME DUDE, comes back.
there's no story, I type, and as I go down the stairs I can hear the erratic patter of Jed's nail gun hammering away.
A single WUSS flashes up on my screen as I enter the room where Jed is causing most of his mayhem. His current target is trying to crawl away with several nails sprouting from his legs at awkward angles.
Jed himself is somewhat impressively managing to thumb-type on his Blackberry with his left hand while still taking pot-shots with the pneumatic nailer in his right.
My cell beeps and go home and play ZORK then grampa appears on the screen.
"I don't even know what that is," I say, and hearing me, Jed glances my way.
"I'm gonna bail, okay?" I say.
There is a long hiss from his gun, and it clicks uselessly several times as he pulls the trigger to no avail, jerking it at the man on the floor.
"Gah!" he shouts. "Out of ammo."
Jed lets the nailer clatter to the floor and looks at me. "Fine," he says, irritated. "I'm almost done here, anyway. I think there's a chain-saw in the back room there."
The nail-ridden man wriggling on the floor lets out a strange pig-noise and redoubles his efforts to get away.
"Don't bother," I say, and toss Jed the pistol I'd been using. "Use this. I'm done with it."
Jed's words flash up on the screen.
u get him?
I look back at the image of the guy I just shot. Blood is pooling underneath the body. It's gross, and it's seems like it's there just to be gross. It sort of ruins the whole illusion of my packing some kind of next-gen laser weapon.
Jed messages again.
DID YOU GET HIM???
yeah, I type back.
kewl, the words come back. come to the lower level. im kicking some serious A$$ with the nailgun.
I move past the body, and glance around to make sure no one is lurking.
Im not comfortable with this, I type.
!?? comes back, and I assume he must be too steeped in combat to actually type words.
too much pointless death, I type.
I move to the stairway that leads down to where Jed is currently "kicking A$$."
ITS A GAME DUDE, comes back.
there's no story, I type, and as I go down the stairs I can hear the erratic patter of Jed's nail gun hammering away.
A single WUSS flashes up on my screen as I enter the room where Jed is causing most of his mayhem. His current target is trying to crawl away with several nails sprouting from his legs at awkward angles.
Jed himself is somewhat impressively managing to thumb-type on his Blackberry with his left hand while still taking pot-shots with the pneumatic nailer in his right.
My cell beeps and go home and play ZORK then grampa appears on the screen.
"I don't even know what that is," I say, and hearing me, Jed glances my way.
"I'm gonna bail, okay?" I say.
There is a long hiss from his gun, and it clicks uselessly several times as he pulls the trigger to no avail, jerking it at the man on the floor.
"Gah!" he shouts. "Out of ammo."
Jed lets the nailer clatter to the floor and looks at me. "Fine," he says, irritated. "I'm almost done here, anyway. I think there's a chain-saw in the back room there."
The nail-ridden man wriggling on the floor lets out a strange pig-noise and redoubles his efforts to get away.
"Don't bother," I say, and toss Jed the pistol I'd been using. "Use this. I'm done with it."
That's rather...er, disturbing.
My cell beeps and 'go home and play ZORK then grampa' appears on the screen.
"I don't even know what that is," I say, and hearing me, Jed glances my way.
I love that part, though.
Posted by: Katee | August 29, 2007 at 07:38 AM
"...*****..."
Posted by: Alauna | August 29, 2007 at 04:49 PM
O_O
Posted by: Q | August 30, 2007 at 02:55 PM
Ugh.
Please, Dean, less "Klebold and Harris" and more "man stops car with super powers."
Posted by: Laura | August 30, 2007 at 03:56 PM