That homonym is... problematic.
Active The Mach Games
- Thread starter Jeroth
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Day 3 Begins
13 tributes remaining
Scene 1 of 16
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Dawn breaks, and light begins to fill the arena.
"H-hey, where are you going?" asks Shizno, realizing that TC is no longer beside him, and is now trying to climb the wall, with little success.
"I want to keep moving," says TC. "Thanks for being a friend and all last night, but I...I think I want to be alone right now."
"Here, let me help," says Shizno, getting up and helping TC get on top of the wall.
"Thanks," says TC from atop the wall.
"For what it's worth," says Shizno. "I'm sorry Rondait died."
TC wipes a tear from his eye.
"Um, thanks," says TC. "I appreciate it."
"I think maybe...you should try to stay alive and win the games maybe?" suggests Shizno. "I think it's what's Rondait would have wanted."
"Yeah..." says TC.
"I bet he's cheering you on, wherever he's at now," smiles Shizno.
"Thanks man," says TC, smiling weakly. "Here, take this."
TC reaches into his bag and pulls out a tiny crossbow. He drops it next to Shizno.
"Maybe you should try to win too," says TC. "You're doing pretty good so far. Maybe hide in that bush over there or something, in case someone mean comes by."
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," says Shizno. "The two of us have gotten surprisingly far, even though we've been all nice and everything. Who knows, maybe one of us will get to go home when this is over."
"Home?" says TC, who then sighs. "Shizno, I don't want to go home. I just want peace."
"I hope you find what you're looking for," says Shizno.
TC nods and descends over the other side of the wall.
Shizno picks up the crossbow and hides in the bushes nearby.
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What did TC mean? Is he going to kill himself?
Is Shizno the nicest person in the games, or does he have a hidden agenda?
Find out soon, when we return!
13 tributes remaining
Scene 1 of 16
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Dawn breaks, and light begins to fill the arena.
"H-hey, where are you going?" asks Shizno, realizing that TC is no longer beside him, and is now trying to climb the wall, with little success.
"I want to keep moving," says TC. "Thanks for being a friend and all last night, but I...I think I want to be alone right now."
"Here, let me help," says Shizno, getting up and helping TC get on top of the wall.
"Thanks," says TC from atop the wall.
"For what it's worth," says Shizno. "I'm sorry Rondait died."
TC wipes a tear from his eye.
"Um, thanks," says TC. "I appreciate it."
"I think maybe...you should try to stay alive and win the games maybe?" suggests Shizno. "I think it's what's Rondait would have wanted."
"Yeah..." says TC.
"I bet he's cheering you on, wherever he's at now," smiles Shizno.
"Thanks man," says TC, smiling weakly. "Here, take this."
TC reaches into his bag and pulls out a tiny crossbow. He drops it next to Shizno.
"Maybe you should try to win too," says TC. "You're doing pretty good so far. Maybe hide in that bush over there or something, in case someone mean comes by."
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," says Shizno. "The two of us have gotten surprisingly far, even though we've been all nice and everything. Who knows, maybe one of us will get to go home when this is over."
"Home?" says TC, who then sighs. "Shizno, I don't want to go home. I just want peace."
"I hope you find what you're looking for," says Shizno.
TC nods and descends over the other side of the wall.
Shizno picks up the crossbow and hides in the bushes nearby.
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What did TC mean? Is he going to kill himself?
Is Shizno the nicest person in the games, or does he have a hidden agenda?
Find out soon, when we return!
But no seriously, those questions are directed at you guys.
TC's gonna cap some mother fuckers for peace.
I'm like the nicest person ever.
And I'm gonna fuck for celibacy.
13 tributes remaining
Scene 2 of 16
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Req lies down on the large rocks that extend far into the lake. He thrusts his trident into the lake, but the fish evade him yet again.
"Damn!" says Req, throwing his trident aside. "This is taking forever."
"Hey Req!" waves Jeroth, emerging from the brush some fifty yards away. "How's it going?"
"Pretty gooooood," says Req, cautiously looking at his trident, still on the ground. He stealthily hides a sharpened rock in his hand. "What're you up to?"
"Not much," says Jeroth, concealing a small knife in his hand as well and walking towards Req. "I was part of a group for a bit, but things didn't work out. Then I teamed up with Tag Ross and we killed Stealthy, but...it really wasn't an accomplishment. Then Tag ditched me."
"I'm sure sorry to hear that," says Req, adjusting his footing as Jeroth hops across the rocks growing closer. "I've done practically nothing the whole game. Mostly just fish, and I'm not very good at it."
"I'm sure you'll get there eventually," says Jeroth, now standing pretty close to Req. "That's a nice trident you have there."
"Sure is," says Req, not taking his eyes off Jeroth.
"I haven't got any good gear myself yet," says Jeroth.
Req sees the sun glint off of something metal Jeroth has mostly concealed up his sleeve.
"I was thinking maybe," says Jeroth. "We-"
Req puts his foot underneath his trident and kicks it into the air, where he catches it. He thrusts the trident at Jeroth, but Jeroth ducks left and dodges the blow.
Jeroth grabs the trident's handle and manages to hoist it away from Req, but not before Req punches him in the face and causes Jeroth to drop the trident. It clangs against the rocks they're standing on before falling into the lake.
Req and Jeroth tackle pull out their sharpened rock and small blade respectively and try to tackle each other. However, their strength is equally matched, so they just stand there, embracing each other with a point held against each other's throat.
This struggle lasts for several seconds.
"It seems we're evenly matched," says Jeroth through gritted teeth.
"You could always surrender," says Req, headbutting Jeroth and shoving him away.
Both Req and Jeroth lose their footing on the rocks and drop their rock and knife. Both weapons clatter against the rocks before falling and sinking into the lake.
Req and Jeroth stand back up and put up their fists.
They stare each other down for a few seconds, and then Jeroth begins struggling not to laugh.
Req seems confused, but then he smiles and the two of them begin laughing together.
"Req my friend," sings Jeroth, stepping closer to Req, putting his fists down.
"Hey," sings back Req, as a tune swells in their hearts.
Jeroth:
If we continue like this, we'll be fighting all May...
Req:
Killing each other, it surely won't pay!
Jeroth:
But if we team up, we'll finally get our waaaaay!
(The two grasp each others arms and sing louder. Instruments out of nowhere grow louder too.)
Req + Jeroth:
We're rightfully vets!
But we get no respect!
They think we can't win the gaaaaame!
Req:
But we'll show them!
Jeroth:
We'll kill them all!
Req+Jeroth:
And win our rightful faaaaaame!
Req:
Together, we can take out Easy!
Jeroth:
Together, it'll be easy-peasy!
Req:
Jeroth my bro, I'll watch your back!
Jeroth:
Req you make up for what I lack!
Req + Jeroth:
We're rightfully vets!
But we get no respect!
They're gonna get Req'd!
And also Jeroth'd!
They think we can't win the gaaaaame!
But the game has changed!
Req:
Wait, Jeroth...
Jeroth:
Yeah buddy?
Req:
Do you promise it'll be a little gaaaaaay?
Jeroth:
Um, of course!
Req:
Hooray!
Req and Jeroth begin laughing and skip off into the distance together.
--
Looks like Req and Jeroth have developed a bad case of Gaybies!
What's with these slightly homoerotic vibes? Are Req and Jeroth fully committing to this plan, or is one of them going to betray the other? If so, who will do it?
And do these two underdog-vets have what it takes to kill Easy?
Find out, some time later!
Scene 2 of 16
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Req lies down on the large rocks that extend far into the lake. He thrusts his trident into the lake, but the fish evade him yet again.
"Damn!" says Req, throwing his trident aside. "This is taking forever."
"Hey Req!" waves Jeroth, emerging from the brush some fifty yards away. "How's it going?"
"Pretty gooooood," says Req, cautiously looking at his trident, still on the ground. He stealthily hides a sharpened rock in his hand. "What're you up to?"
"Not much," says Jeroth, concealing a small knife in his hand as well and walking towards Req. "I was part of a group for a bit, but things didn't work out. Then I teamed up with Tag Ross and we killed Stealthy, but...it really wasn't an accomplishment. Then Tag ditched me."
"I'm sure sorry to hear that," says Req, adjusting his footing as Jeroth hops across the rocks growing closer. "I've done practically nothing the whole game. Mostly just fish, and I'm not very good at it."
"I'm sure you'll get there eventually," says Jeroth, now standing pretty close to Req. "That's a nice trident you have there."
"Sure is," says Req, not taking his eyes off Jeroth.
"I haven't got any good gear myself yet," says Jeroth.
Req sees the sun glint off of something metal Jeroth has mostly concealed up his sleeve.
"I was thinking maybe," says Jeroth. "We-"
Req puts his foot underneath his trident and kicks it into the air, where he catches it. He thrusts the trident at Jeroth, but Jeroth ducks left and dodges the blow.
Jeroth grabs the trident's handle and manages to hoist it away from Req, but not before Req punches him in the face and causes Jeroth to drop the trident. It clangs against the rocks they're standing on before falling into the lake.
Req and Jeroth tackle pull out their sharpened rock and small blade respectively and try to tackle each other. However, their strength is equally matched, so they just stand there, embracing each other with a point held against each other's throat.
This struggle lasts for several seconds.
"It seems we're evenly matched," says Jeroth through gritted teeth.
"You could always surrender," says Req, headbutting Jeroth and shoving him away.
Both Req and Jeroth lose their footing on the rocks and drop their rock and knife. Both weapons clatter against the rocks before falling and sinking into the lake.
Req and Jeroth stand back up and put up their fists.
They stare each other down for a few seconds, and then Jeroth begins struggling not to laugh.
Req seems confused, but then he smiles and the two of them begin laughing together.
"Req my friend," sings Jeroth, stepping closer to Req, putting his fists down.
"Hey," sings back Req, as a tune swells in their hearts.
Jeroth:
If we continue like this, we'll be fighting all May...
Req:
Killing each other, it surely won't pay!
Jeroth:
But if we team up, we'll finally get our waaaaay!
(The two grasp each others arms and sing louder. Instruments out of nowhere grow louder too.)
Req + Jeroth:
We're rightfully vets!
But we get no respect!
They think we can't win the gaaaaame!
Req:
But we'll show them!
Jeroth:
We'll kill them all!
Req+Jeroth:
And win our rightful faaaaaame!
Req:
Together, we can take out Easy!
Jeroth:
Together, it'll be easy-peasy!
Req:
Jeroth my bro, I'll watch your back!
Jeroth:
Req you make up for what I lack!
Req + Jeroth:
We're rightfully vets!
But we get no respect!
They're gonna get Req'd!
And also Jeroth'd!
They think we can't win the gaaaaame!
But the game has changed!
Req:
Wait, Jeroth...
Jeroth:
Yeah buddy?
Req:
Do you promise it'll be a little gaaaaaay?
Jeroth:
Um, of course!
Req:
Hooray!
Req and Jeroth begin laughing and skip off into the distance together.
--
Looks like Req and Jeroth have developed a bad case of Gaybies!
What's with these slightly homoerotic vibes? Are Req and Jeroth fully committing to this plan, or is one of them going to betray the other? If so, who will do it?
And do these two underdog-vets have what it takes to kill Easy?
Find out, some time later!
I could definitely believe the two of them taking out an already-wounded Easy, despite their homosexuality. That said, it's possible that those gay vibes will trigger crusader rage deep in Easy's Catholic soul, and if that happens they're completely fucked.
I laughed so hard at this I actually teared up.
Day 3 Begins
13 tributes remaining
Scene 3 of 16
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Unfortunately, Recon isn't able to salvage much loot from Firedemon's loot stash. It's all covered in blood, mostly crushed, burnt, and aside from that - near useless to begin with.
"Well darn," says Recon, finishing inspecting the gear. "I guess I'll have to actually move around and look for a weapon. Maybe I can find Artist. I hope he's doing alright."
Recon begins trekking through the forest, trying to move as discreetly as possible. He hears familiar humming as he moves by a clearing.
"Dunsparce?" says Recon. "Are you humming?"
"Yep," says Dunsparce, leaning against a tree. "I'm pretty bored with the games at this point. They aren't entertaining at all. Whoever's in charge of them is doing a terrible job."
"Isn't a bad idea to hum and attract attention to yourself?" says Recon. "You don't look armed, or particularly aware. No offense."
"Oh, I'm not," says Dunsparce. "I'm not worried though. You don't seem very antagonistic."
"Uh, thanks," says Recon. "Anyways, I guess I'll see you around."
Recon begins walking away, but Dunsparce gets up and begins following him.
"Y'know, I actually have some ideas on how to run your website better, if you don't mind," says Dunsparce.
"Um, I'm kind of on a solo journey here," says Recon. "Sorry. Just uh, the nature of the games and all, I don't feel comfortable trusting you that much."
"That's okay, I get it," says Dunsparce. "I'll walk in front of you, that way you know I'm not going to stab you in the back or anything."
Dunsparce steps in front of Recon and continues walking forward.
"Um, Dunsparce," says Recon. "I really don't mean to be an...rude, but I-"
"First, let's talk about the layout," says Dunsparce. "It's a little, I don't know, antagonistic? Literally worse than Hitler. I'm thinking we throw out that garbage you created, and instead we..."
Recon sighs and continues to walk with Dunsparce leading him.
--
Another new team on Day 3! This one seems less gay, but definitely less enjoyable for one of the team members.
Is Dunsparce leading Recon into a trap? Why is he so trusting of Recon?
Will Recon try to ditch Dunsparce, use him for his own ends, or betray him?
Stay tuned!
13 tributes remaining
Scene 3 of 16
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Unfortunately, Recon isn't able to salvage much loot from Firedemon's loot stash. It's all covered in blood, mostly crushed, burnt, and aside from that - near useless to begin with.
"Well darn," says Recon, finishing inspecting the gear. "I guess I'll have to actually move around and look for a weapon. Maybe I can find Artist. I hope he's doing alright."
Recon begins trekking through the forest, trying to move as discreetly as possible. He hears familiar humming as he moves by a clearing.
"Dunsparce?" says Recon. "Are you humming?"
"Yep," says Dunsparce, leaning against a tree. "I'm pretty bored with the games at this point. They aren't entertaining at all. Whoever's in charge of them is doing a terrible job."
"Isn't a bad idea to hum and attract attention to yourself?" says Recon. "You don't look armed, or particularly aware. No offense."
"Oh, I'm not," says Dunsparce. "I'm not worried though. You don't seem very antagonistic."
"Uh, thanks," says Recon. "Anyways, I guess I'll see you around."
Recon begins walking away, but Dunsparce gets up and begins following him.
"Y'know, I actually have some ideas on how to run your website better, if you don't mind," says Dunsparce.
"Um, I'm kind of on a solo journey here," says Recon. "Sorry. Just uh, the nature of the games and all, I don't feel comfortable trusting you that much."
"That's okay, I get it," says Dunsparce. "I'll walk in front of you, that way you know I'm not going to stab you in the back or anything."
Dunsparce steps in front of Recon and continues walking forward.
"Um, Dunsparce," says Recon. "I really don't mean to be an...rude, but I-"
"First, let's talk about the layout," says Dunsparce. "It's a little, I don't know, antagonistic? Literally worse than Hitler. I'm thinking we throw out that garbage you created, and instead we..."
Recon sighs and continues to walk with Dunsparce leading him.
--
Another new team on Day 3! This one seems less gay, but definitely less enjoyable for one of the team members.
Is Dunsparce leading Recon into a trap? Why is he so trusting of Recon?
Will Recon try to ditch Dunsparce, use him for his own ends, or betray him?
Stay tuned!
Day 3 Begins
13 tributes remaining
Scene 4 of 16
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"Okay, I think I'm ready to go!" says Artist, doing some stretching and assessing his gear. "I've got my shield, I've got my blowgun, and it took for freaking ever to make, but I finally have this sick wooden spear!"
Artist begins hiking through the woods, using his spear as a walking stick.
"Now I just have to find Recon so we can team up," says Artist. "I hope he's doing alright. I don't want to share a ton of my gear if I don't have to."
Artist hikes for awhile, then sits on an old log to rest. He sees something shining through a hole in the log.
"Hey, what's this?" says Artist, getting on the ground and looking inside the log further. "Oh sweet, some loot!"
Artist gleefully pulls out a weapon that was hidden inside the log.
It's a wooden spear with a sleek metal tip.
"Oh, goddamn it!" says Artist, throwing his old spear aside.
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Will Artist and Recon reunite?
Stay tuned!
13 tributes remaining
Scene 4 of 16
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"Okay, I think I'm ready to go!" says Artist, doing some stretching and assessing his gear. "I've got my shield, I've got my blowgun, and it took for freaking ever to make, but I finally have this sick wooden spear!"
Artist begins hiking through the woods, using his spear as a walking stick.
"Now I just have to find Recon so we can team up," says Artist. "I hope he's doing alright. I don't want to share a ton of my gear if I don't have to."
Artist hikes for awhile, then sits on an old log to rest. He sees something shining through a hole in the log.
"Hey, what's this?" says Artist, getting on the ground and looking inside the log further. "Oh sweet, some loot!"
Artist gleefully pulls out a weapon that was hidden inside the log.
It's a wooden spear with a sleek metal tip.
"Oh, goddamn it!" says Artist, throwing his old spear aside.
--
Will Artist and Recon reunite?
Stay tuned!
Day 3 Begins
13 tributes remaining
Scene 5 of 16
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Tolvan yawns and wakes up, still up in the tree he had climbed into the night before.
"I...think I might actually just stay up here for awhile," says Tolvan. "I'm safe, and I don't think people can see me up here. I'd like it better that way. I don't like the idea of fighting or killing people, even jerks like Tirin."
Tolvan snuggles up against a tree branch and falls back asleep.
--
Well, it looks like Tolvan won't be doing much today!
But will he stay hidden in that tree? Or will he use it as a point for an ambush, if he even has it in him.
Stay tuned!
13 tributes remaining
Scene 5 of 16
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Tolvan yawns and wakes up, still up in the tree he had climbed into the night before.
"I...think I might actually just stay up here for awhile," says Tolvan. "I'm safe, and I don't think people can see me up here. I'd like it better that way. I don't like the idea of fighting or killing people, even jerks like Tirin."
Tolvan snuggles up against a tree branch and falls back asleep.
--
Well, it looks like Tolvan won't be doing much today!
But will he stay hidden in that tree? Or will he use it as a point for an ambush, if he even has it in him.
Stay tuned!
Meanwhile, in Easy's dream the night before, Easy recalls some painful memories...
Easy patiently waits in line to be examined for the big meeting. He tries to smile, but he's honestly not sure if he even wants to do this.
"Next," says an older man at the counter.
Easy walks up and sets his briefcase down on the counter. He feels kind of funny in a suit and tie.
"Hi, I'm Easy Rider," says Easy, smiling. "I'm here for the Internet Council meeting."
The old man holds out his hand and Easy hands him his certification.
"I'm the Defender of one of the forums," says Easy. "I, uh, this is actually my first time at one of these meetings, do you know where I'm supposed to sit? Is there a pamphlet or someth-"
"What's your sector number?" asks the man.
"I don't actually know that," says Easy, lightly tugging at his collar. "Things are kind of complicated right now. I represent the Unforgotten Realms commun-"
"Urealms?" says the old man. "That's not a registered sector anymore."
"We're technically Geek2 now, I guess," says Easy. "But it's the same crowd. I processed all the paperwork, so I think-"
"Next," says the old man.
"Hey, wait a second," says Easy. "I have all my credentials, I was chosen to be this community's Defender!"
"Heh," says the old man. "Look kid, Urealms used to be a major player here, but not anymore. Your community no longer has the population, activity level, or quality to be a part of the Internet Council."
"Hold on!" says Easy. "There's got to be a way for me to get in, I've been waiting for years to help build a better internet - for all of us!"
"You and everyone else," says the old man. "Come back when you're a real Defender, of a real community. Don't waste my time playing pretend. Next!"
Easy grabs the old man by the collar and lifts him into the air.
The people in line behind him gasp.
"You don't understand what you're doing!" says Easy. "I'm tracking down a threat that could destroy the whole web! I'm on a mission to stop..."
The old man shouts for help.
Two security guards begin pushing through the crowd towards Easy. Easy sees them and sets the old man down. He quickly heads for the exit, and the guards give up their pursuit.
Easy pushes through the crowd, taking off his tie and throwing it to the ground. He undoes the top few buttons on his shirt.
Easy reaches the entry to the event and begins hailing a taxi.
"Hey, mister!" says someone behind Easy.
Easy turns around to see a scraggly looking teenager not much younger than himself.
The kid holds out Easy's briefcase to him.
"You forgot this," says the youth.
A taxi pulls up beside Easy.
"Keep it, kid," says Easy, stepping into the taxi. "Internet politics isn't for me. I'm never coming here again."
Easy steps into the taxi.
"Where to?" says the driver.
"Geek2," mumbles Easy, staring out the window at the large Meeting Hall.
"Ha, Geek2?" says the driver. "Never even heard of that place, where the hell is that?"
"It's next to where Urealms used to be," mumbles Easy.
"Oh," says the driver quietly. "I'm sorry."
Easy rests his head against the window and drifts off to sleep.
Moments later, he awakens and realizes he's back in the Mach Games.
Easy patiently waits in line to be examined for the big meeting. He tries to smile, but he's honestly not sure if he even wants to do this.
"Next," says an older man at the counter.
Easy walks up and sets his briefcase down on the counter. He feels kind of funny in a suit and tie.
"Hi, I'm Easy Rider," says Easy, smiling. "I'm here for the Internet Council meeting."
The old man holds out his hand and Easy hands him his certification.
"I'm the Defender of one of the forums," says Easy. "I, uh, this is actually my first time at one of these meetings, do you know where I'm supposed to sit? Is there a pamphlet or someth-"
"What's your sector number?" asks the man.
"I don't actually know that," says Easy, lightly tugging at his collar. "Things are kind of complicated right now. I represent the Unforgotten Realms commun-"
"Urealms?" says the old man. "That's not a registered sector anymore."
"We're technically Geek2 now, I guess," says Easy. "But it's the same crowd. I processed all the paperwork, so I think-"
"Next," says the old man.
"Hey, wait a second," says Easy. "I have all my credentials, I was chosen to be this community's Defender!"
"Heh," says the old man. "Look kid, Urealms used to be a major player here, but not anymore. Your community no longer has the population, activity level, or quality to be a part of the Internet Council."
"Hold on!" says Easy. "There's got to be a way for me to get in, I've been waiting for years to help build a better internet - for all of us!"
"You and everyone else," says the old man. "Come back when you're a real Defender, of a real community. Don't waste my time playing pretend. Next!"
Easy grabs the old man by the collar and lifts him into the air.
The people in line behind him gasp.
"You don't understand what you're doing!" says Easy. "I'm tracking down a threat that could destroy the whole web! I'm on a mission to stop..."
The old man shouts for help.
Two security guards begin pushing through the crowd towards Easy. Easy sees them and sets the old man down. He quickly heads for the exit, and the guards give up their pursuit.
Easy pushes through the crowd, taking off his tie and throwing it to the ground. He undoes the top few buttons on his shirt.
Easy reaches the entry to the event and begins hailing a taxi.
"Hey, mister!" says someone behind Easy.
Easy turns around to see a scraggly looking teenager not much younger than himself.
The kid holds out Easy's briefcase to him.
"You forgot this," says the youth.
A taxi pulls up beside Easy.
"Keep it, kid," says Easy, stepping into the taxi. "Internet politics isn't for me. I'm never coming here again."
Easy steps into the taxi.
"Where to?" says the driver.
"Geek2," mumbles Easy, staring out the window at the large Meeting Hall.
"Ha, Geek2?" says the driver. "Never even heard of that place, where the hell is that?"
"It's next to where Urealms used to be," mumbles Easy.
"Oh," says the driver quietly. "I'm sorry."
Easy rests his head against the window and drifts off to sleep.
Moments later, he awakens and realizes he's back in the Mach Games.
Calling it now, we end up killing each other.