-last edited on May 5, 2018 16:20:09 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on May 5, 2018 16:19:30 GMT
Chapter 5: Chatter Combat
Mateo had a slightly nicer set-up than I did. His family was far from rich, but hey, he had a family. Actually, he had like a family and a half.
I tousled a few heads as I fought my way through the tide to the console that he owned. I dropped into a ratty homemade beanbag, and slipped out my laptop. “I didn’t know gaming was a spectator sport.”
He glanced at the crowd of siblings. “Get lost.”
They barely blinked.
“Boo.” He tried.
A few of them settled more comfortably into their positions.
He shrugged. “I tried.”
We both logged on, after he put on his immersion goggles and grabbed his toggle stick. They were of fairly ancient make, but still a step up from my keypad.
He flicked his goggles back up temporarily to glance at my fingers, which were resting above the arrow keys. “You’re joking me.”
“Hey, I’m broke.” I defended myself.
He rolled his eyes and flipped his goggles back down.
As the day flew by, I tried my hardest to outdo Mateo, but try as I might, I couldn’t get the upper hand with my controls. It really put into perspective his comment about the immersion rigs. If I couldn’t beat a toggle stick and immersion goggles, well, I was shot.
We were hanging around the pvp lounge, debating on joining a quick game of capture the flag. I ended up opping for one-on-one combat instead, wanting to test myself against him. After six defeats straight, though, I was pretty disgusted with myself.
Mateo must have noticed, because he flicked his goggles up, and raised a mischievous eyebrow. “Let’s level the playing field. Chatter combat.”
“What is that?” I shook my head.
“You know those old videogames where you had to type directions in for your character? That was the original setting on here.”
I had loved those games. Hours and hours had been spent perfecting them, and to them I owed the fact I could out-type anybody in the entire school.
He showed me the steps to change my settings to allow chatter combat, and then we both maneuvered into the pvp arena.
-last edited on May 7, 2018 16:32:44 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on May 7, 2018 16:32:09 GMT
The interesting thing about this game’s arenas and games were that you could watch. Of course, nobody was interested in the duel between two practically newbies, so the stands were full of NPCs, but still, it was a cool option.
The type bar was before me. I glanced over at Mateo. He nodded at me, somehow sensing I was looking at him despite his goggles. My fingers took up the normal typing position, abandoning the arrow keys. His did the same, as he slid his laptop back onto his lap.
I tried a few commands.
TheGreatCon: attack
My minifigure did a standard slam. I was equipped with a semi-automatic pistol of sorts.
TheGreatCon: fire
Thank goodness that worked. Mateo, meanwhile, was trying to get his guy turned around to face mine. It was laughable, really, our feeble attempts at combat here.
TheGreatCon: pivot
My character turned just the slightest amount.
TheGreatCon: pivot pivot pivot pivot
Lined up with Mateo twitching body.
TheGreatCon: fire fire fire fire fire fire
And I got my first smash of the night.
~<>~
We played a bunch more rounds of that before logging off and watching Jurassic Park, after shooing all the youngest of his siblings out. We still had a good six of them left, sprawled on the couch, chairs, and floor.
The movie was great, and one particular quote did make me smile.
Deal. If you CONtinue this foolhardy behaviour it will go from a pat to a smack.
Tru wit out u I would be stuck in my room being a......wait a minute.
I prefer smacks.
Uh oh, what grim realization have you made?
*smacks you* There. Done now?
I just realized that saying, "without you I would be stuck in my room being an introvert" Is totally incorrect because here I am doing it day after day. And loving it!
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