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?]

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[Yeah really. This is like in need of fade to black gay.]

No way, bastard!

[Somehow a fight over a controller turned into outrageous pornography, obviously.]

So I'm the bastard now, huh?

[That'd be a nerd porno.]

You've always been the bastard.

[Oh boy. I guess this means Ray and Chris are inventing gay nerd porno.

Oh and also? Ray is totally trying to use one of his feet to keep Chris back since he got distance.]

Says the bloke tryin' to ruin me game!

[Yeah well Chris is trying to reach around his foot.]

You started it!

[Not gonna work Chris, because if you turn your attention to the telly, Ray has unpaused and is using as much time as he can to get Nemesis down!]

Bullshit I did!

Hell you did!

[Chris notices, so he thinks fast!!! He grabs Ray's shoe, jerking it off and suddenly assaults his foot with TICKLES.]

[What- what the hell Chris. Okay that is something the Plane in general does not need to know about at all ever thank you. Ray immediately recoils, because no. That is low and embarrassing, Chris.]

You cheat!

[You know that's cheating, Chris.]

[Chris just grins and follows. HIS TICKLE ATTACK WILL NOT BE STOPPED.]

'S not!!

[It will, because you know what? He is totally putting his foot flat down on the plane floor thing. So no. Chris' attack shall be stopped entirely.]

It is so!

[Chris is now prying at his foot, tickling the edges of said foot.]

How?

[Ray is laughing, but really stop that.]

's like-

[He still recoils anyway and mashes pause.]

Like hittin' below the belt!

[Nope, not stopping, sorry Ray.]

Yeah but it's a lot further down so it's all right.

Is not, div!

[He reaches out to try to smack Chris on the head. This shall save him.]

[AND YET HE CONTINUES TO TICKLE THROUGH THE SMACK.]

[Okay, Ray's defenses have worn down, and he's at that awkward lightheaded state of laughing where you're also coughing and really, really needing a breather. thanks chris, you whore]

[THIS IS HIS CHANCE.

Chris stops only to grab the controller from Ray's hands and rolls away to the side. He unpauses and starts playing.

Horribly.]

[Ray, meanwhile, is coughing for a bit over here, but he makes sure to flip Chris the v. Hard. You have no idea how much he means it Chris. just f u.]

[Chris sticks his tongue out at it. He is v. v. mature.

Also he just died.]

Ah, shit.

Bastard.

[Ray coughs one more time before he shoves himself up to go get his shoe.]

[Chris scrunches up his nose.] I thought I'd beat'em.

[Then he grins back at Ray.] Got you, though.

[He flops down on the couch, shoe in hand, and begins to put it back on.]

You couldn't even beat a tutorial, Chris.

[Oh burn.]

An' yeah, you did. Made us look like poofs in the process too, you twonk.

[Even Ray acknowledges it was really gay.]