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Hertston
Guest
A_Llama[ArS] was having a great Saturday. His server was set up just as he liked it; Facing Worlds and low grav. He had sat in his favorite spot all afternoon, and racked up over 300 frags ! Boy, was he pleased. That dumb ******* A_Newbie had fallen victim to his sniping over 50 times, and still kept coming back for more ! The killing was good, and life was sweet.
Then something CHANGED. A_Llama[ArS] couldn't pin down what was wrong. Just a small movement of electrical impulses through his brain telling him something was WRONG. He only noticed at all because the movement of electrical impulses through his brain was not something that happened very often.
Then he realised. The arena was quiet. The happy chit-chat of clan [ArS] had gone. Where were the "lousy ping", "crap newbie" and "we rulez" messages he was so used to seeing. Then something different. New voices. "Sniper top red left", "Roger that", "I got your back". He never saw the rocket that killed him. Who were these guys ? What was [PuF]?
At last it was over. Three mysterious warriors had left the game, leaving behind them only a "hahaha", and the memory of what had been. Clan [ArS] were clustered at the bottom of the scoreboard, their stats in tatters.
A_Newbie realised just how much fun the game was when you could move before being shot. "gg", he chirped cheerily. "F**k u" replied A_Llama[ArS] in his usual sporting fashion. HE didn't like the game any more. Perhaps he would take up Scrabble. Or buy Diakatana.........
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"The quiet ones, they are the ones who change the universe. The loud ones just take all the credit."
Then something CHANGED. A_Llama[ArS] couldn't pin down what was wrong. Just a small movement of electrical impulses through his brain telling him something was WRONG. He only noticed at all because the movement of electrical impulses through his brain was not something that happened very often.
Then he realised. The arena was quiet. The happy chit-chat of clan [ArS] had gone. Where were the "lousy ping", "crap newbie" and "we rulez" messages he was so used to seeing. Then something different. New voices. "Sniper top red left", "Roger that", "I got your back". He never saw the rocket that killed him. Who were these guys ? What was [PuF]?
At last it was over. Three mysterious warriors had left the game, leaving behind them only a "hahaha", and the memory of what had been. Clan [ArS] were clustered at the bottom of the scoreboard, their stats in tatters.
A_Newbie realised just how much fun the game was when you could move before being shot. "gg", he chirped cheerily. "F**k u" replied A_Llama[ArS] in his usual sporting fashion. HE didn't like the game any more. Perhaps he would take up Scrabble. Or buy Diakatana.........
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"The quiet ones, they are the ones who change the universe. The loud ones just take all the credit."
