Survival Horror!!!!

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Deathmatches? Whatever, who cares. You know what really matters? Video Games. In fact, Ray and Chris care very much about this video game. It's Resident Evil 3 if you must know. They're sitting on a couch with a table between them and the TV. Said table already has a few beers finished or half-finished along with bags of crisps and various snack foods.

Ray is the one with the controller but they're both very into the game at the moment. Should you disturb them? Well, take a listen and see!]

[Chris has a hand on Ray's shoulder for moral support.] Uh, no, no, Ray, you gotta get behind the desk! 'Cos it can't fire through it. Ray!

I'm behind the bloody desk! Look! Desk! I'm runnin' into the damn thing! [totally running into the desk for emphasis!!!]

Maybe you need to run into it more? Oh, shit, he's gonna fire! You gotta run!

I can't run if you're yellin' at me! [attempt at dodging the rocket!!! attempt successful!!!] Shit, I don't think me bullets're goin' over the desk or sommat.

[Making vague and wild hand gestures.] Try the grenades! The launcher thing. It'll launch'em like...over it.

We already used those on the stairs, div! Okay, I think... maybe if when he's shootin', I go 'round the desk, shoot him, then go back behind it.

Yeah, yeah, do that, just careful 'cos he's a fast bastard.

[Who cares if they're fighting Nemesis? Bug them anyway! There's tons of beer and food at least?]

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[gotitwrong]

[Ray is in INTENSE FOCUS MODE AS HE WAITS FOR NEMESIS TO FIRE HIS ROCKETS ONCE AGAIN. Bullshit if he's wasting anymore bullets, he had to make all those and half the time Chris said to put x and x together and he got a bunch of junk he didn't even want!]

I know what I'm doin', Chris.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris pouts and grabs a handful of crisps, munching on them.] You still gotta beat'em, though.

[gotitwrong]

[Unfortunately, Ray gets hit with the rocket and scowls. Time to start again.]

Killed him the first time.

[seriousmarauder]

[Guess who's making a beeline for the food? A large, underfed black dog, that's who. :3]

[gotitwrong]

[Guess who is blocking said dog from getting to the food with his leg? Why, it's resident bastard Ray Carling! Go get your own food, mutt.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile Chris goes OMG DOGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY meaning he grins brightly and rips off half his sandwich, holding it out to Sirius.]

Here boy.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is a...video game, right?

[gotitwrong]

Aye, luv. Got it from a mate of ours.

[didorothy]

[Having not heard about all that silly death match stuff yet, Sam is much more interested in video games! Because he loves video games.]

You're getting along with the future better than I'd expected.

[It means he's happy, really. In his way.]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray has died to Nemesis again, so he's mashing buttons to skip the stupid FMV, no he doesn't care to see Jill scream about zombies and CGI videos again, go away.

He glances over at Sam.]

Yeah, well, compared to half the shit here, 's normal.

[Come on load already NO HE DIDN'T SAY HE WANTED TO SAVE AGAIN GO AWAY YOU STUPID TYPEWRITER NO NO NO oh damnit it started the dialogue again stupid bloody typewriters.]

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[Barbara just happens to be wheeling past when she catches sight of the screen] Resident Evil, huh? Can't go wrong with shooting zombies. Much less messy than the real thing, too.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't much like fighting real ones. Especially if I didn't have no extra ammo.

[gotitwrong]

Mhm.

[Ray's response is absent-minded, he is in the zone on trying to kill Nemesis.

His focus is more intense than... idk, something really intense.]

Third one, though.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[she's just ... watching. and calculating how the physics engine in the game works

and then rattles off the most efficient way to defeat Nemesis based entirely on those calculations]

[gotitwrong]

[Ray stops and gives her a deadpan look.]

Don't recall askin' for help.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris is impressed! :OOO]

Did you beat this one?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[...]

The hell are you two doing?

[gotitwrong]

[Ray immediately pauses the game.]

Uh. Just playin' somethin' a mate of ours let us mess with, Guv.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris is being derp and tilts his head back.] 'S good for you. There's ones that make me get better at aiming me gun.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

[ohgod this is gonna kill me posting with so many charries]

And here I thought we'd set aside our barbaric tendencies.

[gotitwrong]

[It's your own fault.]

Nothin' barbaric 'bout killin' zombies.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Like Vikings and stuff?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[pffft have a Doll. getting all up in your shit]

You're horrible at this, desu. I bet I could do much better~

[gotitwrong]

[Ray doesn't even bother anything and flicks her the v.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Uhhm, isn't your mum supposed to be watching you?