October 14, 2005
Week 24 - The Quest 3
Hal walks into the cafeteria. He scans the crowd and then spots Murray, seated alone, at a table by the far wall, reading. Hal runs up to him.
"You f--k!" he shouts. "I should kick the crap out of you!"
Murray puts down his book and looks at Hal. "Well, well," he says. "It's the little boy whose mommy won't let him play with violent games!"
"Why the hell did you have to narc me at the store yesterday? What's it to you if I get a copy of Death Zone 3?"
Murray shrugs. "You're friends with that Agnew asshole, you're shit in my book."
"Yeah, well, then I got even more reason to break your teeth!"
"Oh, tough guy! You're older than me, you're taller than me, you outweigh me." He stands up and takes off his glasses. "Here... a free shot at my face."
Hal shakes his head. "You really are a piece of work."
"I'll tell you what..." Murray puts his glasses back on and sits down. "I'm a reasonable man. Your honor has been besmirched, you want satisfaction. Fine."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'll face you in the one arena that really counts. The Green Fields of Carnage!"
"You mean the Death Zone level?"
"That's right. You do still have version two, don't you? Or did your mommy make you erase it?"
"You want to face me in Death Zone? I'm in a clan! I practice every day! I'll wipe the f--king floor with you!"
"Talk is cheap, asshole."
"I took down Kill Ravage once! He's the fourth ranked player in the world!"
Murray laughs. "Oh, well, if you got a lucky frag off Kill Ravage one time, you must be pretty tough... So are we on? Four o'clock. Log onto the Zone Central Server. I'll be waiting for you. My screen name is... 'Crusher'."
"'Crusher'! That's the lamest handle I've ever heard!"
"What can I say, I don't have much imagination. Are we on?"
Hal nods. "We're on, you
shit. Four. Green Fields of Carnage.
Look for 'Entrail Lad'!"