03-17-2010, 06:19 AM
Gamer hated Nintendo with a passion.
It wasn’t so much what they did, normally, but rather what they didn’t do. Unless it involved horribly dated 2-D graphics, they couldn’t even deliver with the quality of the hardware. Even cult classics like the original Super Mario Bros, or Legend of Zelda couldn’t even provide him respite anymore, although he had given the old systems one last ride during the months it took him to construct the graphic simulator. One such game he had played was Ice Breakers, or…something. He had Baller double-check the title and enter it in the system before shipping him off to his next event.
The game itself didn’t exactly deliver, but the event fashioned after it was…better.
Interesting, even, in some respects. Keith almost wished that he had spent more time choosing the contestants, as there were some sure-fire entertainment with some of the possible pairings—Szar and Orion came to his mind upon retrospect—but those he had placed into the event were proceeding just fine. Who would have guessed that forcing an alien-human relationship would have created so much intrigue?
Szar and Piper had been working together beautifully. It was almost sickening, in a way, to see some of the compliments that they had shot each other during their polar bear conquering exploits. They had apparently known each other from an encounter before, and although they didn’t project to exactly be “chummy,” there they were, acting like BFF’s and not as though they were being forced to work together to survive. It was disappointed in the regard, Gamer supposed, but their encounters with their bear enemies more than made up for any transgression.
“You doing okay back there?” Piper inquired of her partner.
“I’m doing fine,” Szar nodded. “Actually…it’s been pretty peaceful ever since that last polar bear.”
“Yeah, a girl could get used to this,” the medic nodded. Looking off to the side a little bit, she clicked her tongue. “Oh hey, look at that in the bushes. A snow mobile.”
“Wonderful,” the changeling replied.
The pair strolled over to the vehicle. Piper whipped a leg over the seat and positioned herself so that she could drive comfortably. Looking back at her friend, she smiled. “You ready?”
“Yes,” he returned the smile with one of his own. As they drove off, he couldn’t help but sigh. “I wonder how the other group is fairing.”
“OH MY GOD, RUN!” Ashe screamed, dragging Alura off of her back and rushing them both towards the summit. Behind her were half a dozen sunglasses-wearing polar bears, each carrying an uzi. “WHERE DID THEY GET THOSE GUNS!?”
“I didn’t even know bears could hold guns!” Alura shouted back in a similar frenzied tone. The lizard and the teenager ducked under the fire, running in a zig zag pattern, looped around trees and large rocks, and anything else that they could think of to avoid getting lit up by the oncoming bullets. Eventually, the summit was in sight, and it was only a straight shot towards victory.
“We can make it!” Ashe said, doing her best to reassure both herself and her partner. As she got within a few steps, she felt her partner pull hard on their bindings. Ashe winced, assuming the worst but utterly afraid to look behind her. As she made it to the top of the mountain, the bears turned around and began to leave, suddenly forgetful of their purpose. Ahead, huddled around a flag, Szar and Piper sat on their snow mobile, sipping out of tea cups.
They ignored Ashe’s intense glare. Szar laughed. “Can you believe it? We found a compartment in this machine that had iced tea in it. This is the best event ever.”
“But hey, you look upset,” Piper frowned, removing her eyes from the struggling teen to Alura’s bullet-riddled corpse lying next to her. “Oh God.”
It wasn’t so much what they did, normally, but rather what they didn’t do. Unless it involved horribly dated 2-D graphics, they couldn’t even deliver with the quality of the hardware. Even cult classics like the original Super Mario Bros, or Legend of Zelda couldn’t even provide him respite anymore, although he had given the old systems one last ride during the months it took him to construct the graphic simulator. One such game he had played was Ice Breakers, or…something. He had Baller double-check the title and enter it in the system before shipping him off to his next event.
The game itself didn’t exactly deliver, but the event fashioned after it was…better.
Interesting, even, in some respects. Keith almost wished that he had spent more time choosing the contestants, as there were some sure-fire entertainment with some of the possible pairings—Szar and Orion came to his mind upon retrospect—but those he had placed into the event were proceeding just fine. Who would have guessed that forcing an alien-human relationship would have created so much intrigue?
Szar and Piper had been working together beautifully. It was almost sickening, in a way, to see some of the compliments that they had shot each other during their polar bear conquering exploits. They had apparently known each other from an encounter before, and although they didn’t project to exactly be “chummy,” there they were, acting like BFF’s and not as though they were being forced to work together to survive. It was disappointed in the regard, Gamer supposed, but their encounters with their bear enemies more than made up for any transgression.
“You doing okay back there?” Piper inquired of her partner.
“I’m doing fine,” Szar nodded. “Actually…it’s been pretty peaceful ever since that last polar bear.”
“Yeah, a girl could get used to this,” the medic nodded. Looking off to the side a little bit, she clicked her tongue. “Oh hey, look at that in the bushes. A snow mobile.”
“Wonderful,” the changeling replied.
The pair strolled over to the vehicle. Piper whipped a leg over the seat and positioned herself so that she could drive comfortably. Looking back at her friend, she smiled. “You ready?”
“Yes,” he returned the smile with one of his own. As they drove off, he couldn’t help but sigh. “I wonder how the other group is fairing.”
“OH MY GOD, RUN!” Ashe screamed, dragging Alura off of her back and rushing them both towards the summit. Behind her were half a dozen sunglasses-wearing polar bears, each carrying an uzi. “WHERE DID THEY GET THOSE GUNS!?”
“I didn’t even know bears could hold guns!” Alura shouted back in a similar frenzied tone. The lizard and the teenager ducked under the fire, running in a zig zag pattern, looped around trees and large rocks, and anything else that they could think of to avoid getting lit up by the oncoming bullets. Eventually, the summit was in sight, and it was only a straight shot towards victory.
“We can make it!” Ashe said, doing her best to reassure both herself and her partner. As she got within a few steps, she felt her partner pull hard on their bindings. Ashe winced, assuming the worst but utterly afraid to look behind her. As she made it to the top of the mountain, the bears turned around and began to leave, suddenly forgetful of their purpose. Ahead, huddled around a flag, Szar and Piper sat on their snow mobile, sipping out of tea cups.
They ignored Ashe’s intense glare. Szar laughed. “Can you believe it? We found a compartment in this machine that had iced tea in it. This is the best event ever.”
“But hey, you look upset,” Piper frowned, removing her eyes from the struggling teen to Alura’s bullet-riddled corpse lying next to her. “Oh God.”
Quote:1st: Szar and Piper – 40 monies
3rd: Ashe – 20 monies
Alura has been relocated to the prison. She’s not dead, her “in-game death” was merely her means of elimination.