figure a way out of this chair, I’ll be on my merry facking way.”
There is a shuffling in the hallway. “Don’t be so cool, boy, here he comes now!” Pete says, laughing.
Brenner throws his body against the door frame, barely able to support his own body weight. He is dragging behind him three weapons—a SEGA Light Phaser, a Nintendo Game Handler, and a voice-activated Nintendo LaserScope. The cords are twisted and knotted together in his fist.
He vomits violently. Once he is finished, he spits and mutters, “You ready, dead boy?” He spits again and fumbles through the cords, finding a plug-in for one of the weapons and plugging it into the port in his neck. He slowly reaches down, trying not to lose his balance, to pick up the LaserScope. He fits the LaserScope on his head, over his ears. It wears like a pair of futuristic headphones. Once he balances himself, his hands stretching out on either side, he moves the microphone to his mouth and yells, “Fire!”
Nothing happens.
“ Fire, goddamnit!” Brenner yells. Wrong cord. He unplugs the controller from his neck port and tries another. Once it is in place, he yells again, “Fire!”
Still nothing.
“ Shit!” Brenner leans over and squeezes the Game Handler in his fist. The room violently tilts to the right—the furniture, Brenner, Reynold, and Pete all tumble with it.
The Game Handler is more commonly used for flying aircrafts more stealthily. The simple motion of bending the wrist makes it much easier for the pilot to maneuver the plane through rough air conditions, but it can also be used to slant the terrain.
As Brenner struggles to his feet, he accidentally flicks his wrist and again the room tilts—this time to the left. Reynold and the recliner he is taped to slam hard against the brick wall, causing the back of the chair to break off. Reynold is now loose enough to wriggle through the tape.
Before any further damage is done, Brenner rips the cord out from his neck and the room becomes level again. He falls to the floor, maddeningly fingering through the knots, looking for the right cable. Once he finds it, he slaps it into his neck port and yells, “Fire!”
The scope, located over his right eye, fires, but doesn’t hit Reynold. It doesn’t even come close. He pulls himself to his feet yelling, “Fire! Fire! Fire!”
The LaserScope fires each time, blowing holes in the wooden floor and the walls. Debris rains down over the room.
Reynold finally wriggles free from the chair and runs like hell for the front door. Brenner’s shots are getting closer. Reynold grabs the poker from the fireplace and flings it at Brenner’s head.
It connects.
The LaserScope is pushed back a few inches from the poker throw, now aiming at the ceiling directly above Brenner. Brenner’s nose begins to gush blood.
“ Fire!” he commands. The LaserScope obeys. The ceiling caves in from the blast, crushing Brenner to death. Reynold collapses onto the floor, trying to catch his breath.
“ Okay, so . . . now we’re even,” Pete says, breaking the silence. Reynold’s eye opens wide and he hops to his feet.
“ Now we’re even? Now we’re even?! ”
“ I can see that you’re upset . . .”
Reynold grabs the fish net between his fingers and slams it up against the wall. “SHUT . . . THE . . . FACK . . . UP!” he yells, beating Pete’s meat with every word.
Pete is finally quiet. Reynold drops to his knees and takes a few deep breaths before finally pulling himself to his feet. He walks over to Brenner’s buried body and grabs the Light Phaser lying on the floor. He untangles the cord, wraps it around his arm, and plugs it into his neck port. He grabs Pete on the way out the door.
Outside the door he is greeted by three men in bright red and black uniforms. Their skin is inside out, with blood seeping out through a circuit of blue vessels. Their uniforms stick to their bodies as if they forgot to dry off after they showered.
There is a shuffling in the hallway. “Don’t be so cool, boy, here he comes now!” Pete says, laughing.
Brenner throws his body against the door frame, barely able to support his own body weight. He is dragging behind him three weapons—a SEGA Light Phaser, a Nintendo Game Handler, and a voice-activated Nintendo LaserScope. The cords are twisted and knotted together in his fist.
He vomits violently. Once he is finished, he spits and mutters, “You ready, dead boy?” He spits again and fumbles through the cords, finding a plug-in for one of the weapons and plugging it into the port in his neck. He slowly reaches down, trying not to lose his balance, to pick up the LaserScope. He fits the LaserScope on his head, over his ears. It wears like a pair of futuristic headphones. Once he balances himself, his hands stretching out on either side, he moves the microphone to his mouth and yells, “Fire!”
Nothing happens.
“ Fire, goddamnit!” Brenner yells. Wrong cord. He unplugs the controller from his neck port and tries another. Once it is in place, he yells again, “Fire!”
Still nothing.
“ Shit!” Brenner leans over and squeezes the Game Handler in his fist. The room violently tilts to the right—the furniture, Brenner, Reynold, and Pete all tumble with it.
The Game Handler is more commonly used for flying aircrafts more stealthily. The simple motion of bending the wrist makes it much easier for the pilot to maneuver the plane through rough air conditions, but it can also be used to slant the terrain.
As Brenner struggles to his feet, he accidentally flicks his wrist and again the room tilts—this time to the left. Reynold and the recliner he is taped to slam hard against the brick wall, causing the back of the chair to break off. Reynold is now loose enough to wriggle through the tape.
Before any further damage is done, Brenner rips the cord out from his neck and the room becomes level again. He falls to the floor, maddeningly fingering through the knots, looking for the right cable. Once he finds it, he slaps it into his neck port and yells, “Fire!”
The scope, located over his right eye, fires, but doesn’t hit Reynold. It doesn’t even come close. He pulls himself to his feet yelling, “Fire! Fire! Fire!”
The LaserScope fires each time, blowing holes in the wooden floor and the walls. Debris rains down over the room.
Reynold finally wriggles free from the chair and runs like hell for the front door. Brenner’s shots are getting closer. Reynold grabs the poker from the fireplace and flings it at Brenner’s head.
It connects.
The LaserScope is pushed back a few inches from the poker throw, now aiming at the ceiling directly above Brenner. Brenner’s nose begins to gush blood.
“ Fire!” he commands. The LaserScope obeys. The ceiling caves in from the blast, crushing Brenner to death. Reynold collapses onto the floor, trying to catch his breath.
“ Okay, so . . . now we’re even,” Pete says, breaking the silence. Reynold’s eye opens wide and he hops to his feet.
“ Now we’re even? Now we’re even?! ”
“ I can see that you’re upset . . .”
Reynold grabs the fish net between his fingers and slams it up against the wall. “SHUT . . . THE . . . FACK . . . UP!” he yells, beating Pete’s meat with every word.
Pete is finally quiet. Reynold drops to his knees and takes a few deep breaths before finally pulling himself to his feet. He walks over to Brenner’s buried body and grabs the Light Phaser lying on the floor. He untangles the cord, wraps it around his arm, and plugs it into his neck port. He grabs Pete on the way out the door.
Outside the door he is greeted by three men in bright red and black uniforms. Their skin is inside out, with blood seeping out through a circuit of blue vessels. Their uniforms stick to their bodies as if they forgot to dry off after they showered.
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