realityshifted | 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?]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Well, I don't exactly speak in growls. And what can I say? They're damn fun and pretty entertainin'.

Do you play these often, then?

Sorta. If I'm not out at a club or sommat, I'll play one or two.

Clubs. Do you enjoy socialising, then?

Aye, who doesn't?

You'd be surprised at the people I've met who'd rather not.

Must be somethin' wrong with 'em, then.

[laughs] So I've said.

The hell kinda people you know that don't like goin' out to a club, darlin'?

Call me Inara. And you know, your typical hot-headed, thick-skulled hooligan type. He'd much rather get into a gun fight than attempt dancing.

Name's Ray. [Ray laughs a bit.] Now, that sounds like a description somebody might use on me.

Is that so? You seem level-headed enough to me.

Well, minus the hot-headed, then. [He pauses the game and grabs a beer off the table.] Thick-skulled hooligan? Admit to the thick skull, and I may be a bit rowdy now an' again.

[He continues grinning, somewhat amused and in a good mood.] Only one who might mean it seriously is Tyler, anyway, an' he don't count.