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realityshifted2010-07-07 03:46 am
Survival Horror!!!!
[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?]
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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Uh. Just playin' somethin' a mate of ours let us mess with, Guv.
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[looooooong pause]
Why?
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Don't suppose you took time out of your busy schedule to get any bloody work done.
[namely: the dead angels and these -death matches-]
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Sorry, Guv.
[He stands up automatically and one can presume at this point, while Chris isn't in the thread, he tosses the controller at the div.]
I've been on it, but you know how the twins and the likes of them are 'round here. Ask 'em a question and at best you get some vague bullshit response.
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It's still a response. Out with it.
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Gonna stop by the shop again, then make a cursory check of the 13th floor, make sure there haven't been any new bodies tossed up there.
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We got any equipment up there to keep track of who mucks up the scene?
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[He fishes his cigarettes out of his pockets.]
Whoever it is, if he used it for that long to dump bodies, he ain't gonna use somewhere else, don't think. He's gonna wait until things cool down, interest is lost, and start goin' back.
[Of course, he isn't sure about this, but he's just got that theory that there's some sort of importance to that floor to whoever is doing it. And he wants to bait the guy into going back.]
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[even though he's marginally worried that these death matches will end with Plane-goers' bodies joining those of the angels]
I hate this sodding place.
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[He taps two cigarettes out and holds one out to Gene.]
Yeah, know what you mean.
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So. Where'd you find somethin' like this to play?
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[Gene, jealous? nevar]
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[Ray shrugs.]
He's alright aside from that. Good at darts. Almost beat me in a round once.
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No one I know, then? [glances at the game] And you like this shite?
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[But Ray nods.]
Yeah, s'alright. I ignore most of the talkin' and the readin' and all, just like shootin' things. Tom mentioned that some point, you can shoot a helicopter down with a rocket launcher if you can find it.
[Ray seems sort of amused with that idea.]
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So you get to be scum in this game, or just an armed bastard?
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And these zombies, you can kick their arses all you want?
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[Ray sits on the end of the sofa, grabs the controller, and unpauses the game to explain more.]
Right. Now, I'm fightin' this bloke Nemesis. He's the big bad of this game, an' a right pain to beat. You can run away like some soddin' girl if you want [Ray ignores Jill is a girl.] or you can kill him, and get stuff for doin' it.
[And suddenly, ROCKET. Ray dodges.]
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No sense in running from the scum, right.
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[Ray leaps out behind the desk and fires the shotgun at Nemesis a few times before strafing back behind it to prevent Nemesis from charging.]
Though these games don't know shit 'bout police stations - or ones in the future are ass backwards. "Yeah, let's get 'bout fifty different keys to open up locks on doors, and oh yeah, don't forget, we gotta do some fancy puzzle just so you can get into your own guv's office." Don't imagine any of 'em get anythin' done.
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