You've never been in a swarm of mosquitoes while you're dying from heat stroke, and that's in the shade indoors. True. XD I wish I could go to a nerf thing like that, but it's too hot here to really do them anytime but the middle of winter.
I love that you’re saying this to a Midwesterner. =P
Yeah, we got mosquitos, but heat stroke is harder to obtain.
You've never been in a swarm of mosquitoes while you're dying from heat stroke, and that's in the shade indoors. True. XD I wish I could go to a nerf thing like that, but it's too hot here to really do them anytime but the middle of winter.
I love that you’re saying this to a Midwesterner. =P
You've never been in a swarm of mosquitoes while you're dying from heat stroke, and that's in the shade indoors. True. XD I wish I could go to a nerf thing like that, but it's too hot here to really do them anytime but the middle of winter.
I'm so not moving to Texas. Well, I think the next one's supposed to be in Georgia in the middle of summer again. XD
Good call. Don't think I'll be able to make it to Georgia.
Mateo called me during a round we were both on break. “Man, what were you thinking?”
“Like, that was insane, like that was amazing…”
“No, like, man, your gamer tag and mine are both going to go big again! Celeste is going to be all over me! What do I tell her?” I detected a bit of panic in his voice.
“No.” I said. “Tell her no.”
“She’s texting me.” He said, his voice rising an octave. “She saw the leaderboard!”
“Well, tell her Con doesn’t want to play with her.”
“Man, this is what we were all about! We were the kids who weren’t going to be like the bigs when we got up there, play with everybody, let the low rankers win for once!” Mateo’s voice sounded hurt.
“She’s not exactly from around here.” I said. “And that immersion rig ain’t exactly underdog’s stuff.”
He sighed. “Yes, but…”
“Mateo, everybody on this team is going to get bombarded with people wanting them to introduce us. I can’t meet and greet everybody’s next door neighbors.”
“You know how that’s going to sound, don’t you?”
“I. Don’t. Care.” I said. “I do not want to play with her.”
There was a pause, and then Mateo gulped. “Uh, Alejandro.”
“What?”
“There she is.” I turned back to the game. Only a small crowd of users was in the secluded corner of the lobby, but now one of them was a blonde girl in a hoodie, and glaringly white pants.
“YOU TRAITOR!” I screamed into the phone.
I'm gonna try and slow down a little for LEGO's sake.
What are friends for besides setting you up for a meet and greet with one of your biggest fans you don't want to talk to?
True. 
