You picked up gold, armor, weapons and magical spel s and fought bad guys. It was kickass.
Brody networked the game then rol ed in his chair back to his cubby. I picked the assassin character because she had the best outfit and we started playing it.
What seemed like minutes later, but was actual y hours, we were in a battle to the death with a whole bunch of orcs and trol s and I shouted, “Yeah! Go Brody! Kick his ass!”
“Don’t stand there! Move away. He’s kil ing you!” Brody yel ed.
I chanced a quick glance at my stats. The bad guy was kil ing me.
I panicked.
“I’m out of health potions. Retreat! Retreat! Give me some of your health potions!” I screamed.
“I don’t have any potions. Run, bitch, run,” Brody squealed.
The red ran out on my health and my assassin was transported, stripped of everything we’d earned, back to the starting camp.
“I’m dead! Fuck, they kil ed me! They f**king kil ed me,” I wailed, jerking my hand from the mouse and rol ing my chair back in disgust.
Brody had gone quiet.
I looked at him and saw he was looking at the door.
I turned my gaze to the door and it was opened. Hank, Lee and Luke were al standing there in various amused-male poses, watching us.
Shit.
“What?” I asked, deciding to go with uppity.
“Enjoying yourself?” Hank asked, his mouth twitching.
“No,” I said angrily. “I’m dead. Now I have to run al the way back to my lifeless body and get my stuff. The orcs and trol s wil be hanging around and we’l have to fight them and I can’t do that without my good armor. I’l have to use the crappy stuff I have stashed in my trunk. I had a real y good sword and helmet and now they’re gone. That just plain sucks.”
Hank stared at me.
Then he said, “You do know I don’t know what the f**k you’re talkin’ about.”
“Diablo,” I replied, like that explained it al .
He stared at me.
“Nothing. Forget it.” I turned to Brody, “Wil this run on my laptop?” I asked.
“Sure, if you’ve got a good one,” Brody replied.
I looked back to Hank. “We need to go to the mal , I’ve got to buy this game.”
“Maybe we’l do that tomorrow, Sunshine.”
“Now!” I snapped.
“Uh-oh,” Brody said. “I’ve seen this before. It’s not pretty.
Soon she’l be playing al night on the Internet.” My head swung back to Brody. “You can play on the Internet?” I breathed.
“Now’s a good time to shut up Brody,” Lee warned.
Hank walked into the room and grabbed my hand.