October 18, 2005
Week 25 - The Quest 4
Episode 2
"What the hell was that!" Chuck yells.
"Punk got a lucky shot… I'll take him down now. Just gotta get another weapon." Hal's player pops back to life and he sets him running through a forest path. Suddenly the speakers fill with the whiz of a bullet. Hal's player collapses in a bloody heap. "F--k!" he shouts. "Bastard must have a sniper rifle..."
Chuck begins to giggle.
"Shut up, asshole!" Hal's player respawns and he begins to run. A moment later another bullet snaps by and he dies once more. "HEADSHOT!" the computer announces.
"What is that," Chuck asks, "three zip? Little boy Murray is wiping his butt with you!"
"I said shut up!" Hal frantically runs his player over a floating laser cannon. "All right, now the little shit is toast." He moves toward a large tree in the center of a small clearing. Murray's player stands next to it, facing the other direction. "He's waiting there to snipe me again... He doesn't see me." Hal slowly moves behind Murray's large space marine. He moves the crosshairs of his laser directly over the back of the marine's head. "Now you're going down!" He presses the button on his mouse to fire. At the same instant the marine lurches to the side and spins around. He is holding a fearsome rocket launcher. Before Hal can react, the marine runs forward and fires point blank to the stomach. Hal's player dies again.
Chuck laughs hysterically. "Oh boy! I'm gonna tell my grandchildren about this!"
Hal bites his lip. "I am not gonna get shut out by that f--k!" He pushes his player over another weapon and runs to the clearing. The space marine stands still, by the tree. Hal opens fire and the marine causally steps aside. "How is he moving so fast?" Hal yells. He fires again and, once more, the marine easily dodges. "Why isn't he firing back?"
"He's toying with you! That greasy haired freak is playing with you like he's a cat and you're f--king Minnie Mouse!"
The marine steps back and vanishes in the forest. A moment later, text appears at the bottom of the screen. "Message From Crusher:" it says. "Should we end this now, or do you want to dance some more?"
Hal bangs his fist and types. "Message From Entrail Lad: F--k you!"
More text appears. "Message From Crusher: Okay, this is getting boring anyway." The speakers begin to roar and the space marine reappears, holding a gigantic chainsaw. The screen fills with splattering blood and Hal's player falls down dead. "YOU HAVE LOST THE MATCH!" the computer announces.