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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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Time to reload. Sodding bastard.]
Yeah, think somebody'd have you put in the looney bin by then, guv. "Dunno what went wrong with him, just suddenly he started makin' everythin' be all maths stuff and bloody poetry."
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Probably be better that way. If I ever hafta, I'll put it down in the police report. 'The guv requested he get shot if he ever goes absolutely bonkers.'
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Don't think it's anythin' we need to worry 'bout though, eh, guv?
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That we don't, Raymondo.
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Wanna give it a shot, guv? Gettin' a bit frustrated fightin' that bastard over and over, so I figured I'd offer.
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Keep it, guv.
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