I bought some off-brand Doritos and some Vitamin Waters, sent out a group text, and got about 50 kids to show up for a night of gaming, with more filtering in all the time. We were all over, crammed on the couches and the floor. The room smelt funny, but nobody complained. Banter was passed back and forth. We had resolved to start the night off by doing a mass run-through of some old levels, everybody logged on and we started gathering at a coffee shop. I slowly pulled my laptop out of the sleeve, and booted it up. I grabbed my phone real quick, though, and stood up atop my couch. “Hey guys, can we get a photo?”
We snapped a quick selfie, trying to stuff 50 kids into one small phone screen. It captured the feeling though. I minimized the game, and switched to my Geronimo account. I logged in, and then quickly posted the photo. Caption: “Ready for a night of gaming with my crew.”
I logged into the game, pulling my laptop up in front of my face to hide my smile.
The first guy got ahold of it about twelve seconds later. “Hey…that’s us.”
At first, nobody paid him any attention. So he screamed it at the top of his lungs. “OUR PHOTO JUST SHOWED UP ON THEGREATCON’S FEED!”
That shut everybody up, and then the room exploded with questions. Somebody had the brilliant idea of pulling the thing up on a wall screen so everybody could see it. They waited breathlessly, all crowded around, rubbing shoulders and shoving each other good-naturedly.
Our selfie popped up.
“Who posted it?” Celeste asked, addressing the room.
“No, you don’t get it!” The guy said. “This isn’t somebody’s post on TheGreatCon’s feed. He posted it!”
It took them another twelve seconds to process then. And slowly, the whole room turned to look at me, where I sitting on the floor, laptop in my lap, giving them a bemused look.
THIS STORY IS AMAZING!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!! Wow this is so good, I spent all almost all day reading this since I couldn't stop!! Seriously I actually teared up at some parts. Which isn't something I usually do. Loved the humor in some of the parts as well! I love the details and sub plots too!! I especially like his development of his relationship with Celeste and all the different turns that's taken so far. And the war flashbacks! The feels! ( it's sad in a good way. ) Plus the whole thing with him discovering the controls and making his own moves is interesting! And the fact he's famous for it yet still sticks with his original friend group. Also surprisingly I enjoyed the soccer parts! ( I like that it's soccer you choose, since that's one of the few ball sports I actually enjoy playing since I can actually play it well enough. ) The game itself sounds really cool and the real world setting is very interesting and entertaining to imagine. So yeah, FINALLY gave myself time to read this. All I can say now is, MOAR!
I bought some off-brand Doritos and some Vitamin Waters, sent out a group text, and got about 50 kids to show up for a night of gaming, with more filtering in all the time. We were all over, crammed on the couches and the floor. The room smelt funny, but nobody complained. Banter was passed back and forth. We had resolved to start the night off by doing a mass run-through of some old levels, everybody logged on and we started gathering at a coffee shop. I slowly pulled my laptop out of the sleeve, and booted it up. I grabbed my phone real quick, though, and stood up atop my couch. “Hey guys, can we get a photo?”
We snapped a quick selfie, trying to stuff 50 kids into one small phone screen. It captured the feeling though. I minimized the game, and switched to my Geronimo account. I logged in, and then quickly posted the photo. Caption: “Ready for a night of gaming with my crew.”
I logged into the game, pulling my laptop up in front of my face to hide my smile.
The first guy got ahold of it about twelve seconds later. “Hey…that’s us.”
At first, nobody paid him any attention. So he screamed it at the top of his lungs. “OUR PHOTO JUST SHOWED UP ON THEGREATCON’S FEED!”
That shut everybody up, and then the room exploded with questions. Somebody had the brilliant idea of pulling the thing up on a wall screen so everybody could see it. They waited breathlessly, all crowded around, rubbing shoulders and shoving each other good-naturedly.
Our selfie popped up.
“Who posted it?” Celeste asked, addressing the room.
“No, you don’t get it!” The guy said. “This isn’t somebody’s post on TheGreatCon’s feed. He posted it!”
It took them another twelve seconds to process then. And slowly, the whole room turned to look at me, where I sitting on the floor, laptop in my lap, giving them a bemused look.
I bought some off-brand Doritos and some Vitamin Waters, sent out a group text, and got about 50 kids to show up for a night of gaming, with more filtering in all the time. We were all over, crammed on the couches and the floor. The room smelt funny, but nobody complained. Banter was passed back and forth. We had resolved to start the night off by doing a mass run-through of some old levels, everybody logged on and we started gathering at a coffee shop. I slowly pulled my laptop out of the sleeve, and booted it up. I grabbed my phone real quick, though, and stood up atop my couch. “Hey guys, can we get a photo?”
We snapped a quick selfie, trying to stuff 50 kids into one small phone screen. It captured the feeling though. I minimized the game, and switched to my Geronimo account. I logged in, and then quickly posted the photo. Caption: “Ready for a night of gaming with my crew.”
I logged into the game, pulling my laptop up in front of my face to hide my smile.
The first guy got ahold of it about twelve seconds later. “Hey…that’s us.”
At first, nobody paid him any attention. So he screamed it at the top of his lungs. “OUR PHOTO JUST SHOWED UP ON THEGREATCON’S FEED!”
That shut everybody up, and then the room exploded with questions. Somebody had the brilliant idea of pulling the thing up on a wall screen so everybody could see it. They waited breathlessly, all crowded around, rubbing shoulders and shoving each other good-naturedly.
Our selfie popped up.
“Who posted it?” Celeste asked, addressing the room.
“No, you don’t get it!” The guy said. “This isn’t somebody’s post on TheGreatCon’s feed. He posted it!”
It took them another twelve seconds to process then. And slowly, the whole room turned to look at me, where I sitting on the floor, laptop in my lap, giving them a bemused look.
Moar please. I love this story very much, so I would like moar please.
With the Con puns and moar-slang, we could create our own intricate language, one more sophisticated than any fantasy world's culture J.R.R. Tolkien ever made!
You CON still get a gulp now and then, if you keep breathing.
*is reminded of one of my previous stories* I actually kind of did that at one point.