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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/22/2017 1:28:18 PM
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[i]"Kid you're definitely a few bullets short of a magazine," JT said as he took a sip of his drink, setting it on the table shortly after. He looked to Valentine and leaned back in his chair, one hand still on the table while the other was over the back of his chair.
"So, what brings you 'round here?" [/i]
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"Depends," [i]Valentine replied as he grabbed his food. He wolfed down his sandwich in approximately four seconds, downed the drink in three. After finishing, he sighed, and leaned back in his own chair placing his hands behind his head.[/i] "I've not got half a clue how I ended up in this area," [i]Valentine referred to the land of Tatakai.[/i] "And I'm here at this place cause I'm starving, tired, and sick of sleeping on sticks and stones." [i]He had been doing exactly that for the past four years; foraging for the bare minimum amount of food he needed for sustainability, and literally sleeping on a bed and pillow made of rocks, with sticks as a blanket. However, judging from the previous encounter with the group of three, he was gonna end up seriously dead at the Dojo if he didn't figure out how to combat–and fast.[/i]
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[i]"Kiddo you're going to end up deader than Bob Dylan's fanbase in 2300 if you don't learn to fight."[/i]
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"Sure, sure, yeah, yeah," [i]Valentine replied nonchalantly.[/i] "Who the hell is Bob Dylan?"
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[i]"You don't know Bob -blam!-ing Dylan?! Dude where the hell are you from?!"[/i] [spoiler]I read that this dude was from Earth so he [i]might[/i] know BD. BD inspired numerous artists and Jimi Hendrix covered his sing "All Along The Watchtower." Great artist. [/spoiler]
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"Shanghai," [i]Valentine said flatly, his grin fading. For twelve years, Valentine had basically lived underneath a rock; forced isolation, and did not even see the city he was born and lived in until age twelve.[/i] "What of it?"
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[i]"Shanghai, that shithole in China? Never was a fan of it, too... Cramped. Made for a hell of a Battlefield map though." [/i]
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"I don't know what you're talking about," [i]Valentine said, his nonchalant attitude returning.[/i] "The heck's a Battlefield map? Military tactics?"
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[i]"Battlefield's a video game franchise."[/i]
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"Video game? What's video game? Do they sell for much?" [i]Valentine asked, curiosity spiking.[/i]
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[i]"Video games are pretty much virtual worlds, like interactive movies," JT said. He brought up his Tac-Pad, a device built-into hid right firearm, and powered on the screen which resembled that of a futuristic iPhone. He sifted through his apps and clicked on one labelled 'Plague Inc.' because that's the only one him and his writer could stand, and the main menu popped up. "You play them when you're bored."[/i]
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"Huh," [i]Valentine thought about that for a moment, growing more interested by the second. He scooted his chair around the table to get a better look at the Tac-Pad's screen. A virtual world, huh? Valentine felt as though the chance to be somebody else was riveting; and it was something that he longed for. So, he examined Plague Inc's main menu closely, making sure his short term memory loss didn't get the better of him.[/i]
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[i]"Now, this one here is a game about playing God for a bit. You create a plague and as it spreads, you get points called 'DNA Points' to upgrade and mutate your plague. Pretty simple, right? You can upgrade severity to make it more harmful, lethality to make it kill faster, and infectivity to make it spread quickly and to other countries."[/i]
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[i]Valentine raised an eyebrow, and grinned; he liked the sound of that; a little too much. A game about spreading a deadly disease to wipe out the world? Yup, give that to the mentally unstable one and tell him to go wild! Nevertheless, Valentine continued to watch in silence. It intrigued him; a world where instead of being the one beaten up, he could do the beating.[/i]
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[i]JT tapped his way into the main game, and tarted playing. I'd narrate but there's too many variables to account for, so I'll leave you with a textart Clint Eastwood. _.--._ ( •_• )[/i]
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[i]When JT finished with his textart Clint Eastwood—er, with his game, Valentine was laughing hysterically. He had a screw loose somewhere. He was contemplating robbing some hardware store and stealing a device to try this himself, but of course didn't mention that.[/i] "Oh, that was [i]wonderful[/i]," [i]Valentine said after the outbreak of laughs. Future shut-in couch potato spotted.[/i]
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[spoiler]BTW, JT's Tac-Pad ain't in stores. This was a thing everyone got in CP about two years ago, lol. [/spoiler] [i]"Dude you seriously got somethin' up. You high?"[/i]
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[spoiler]Still a device, i was referring to like a computer or somethin[/spoiler][i]Valentine smiled coldly at JT's question.[/i] "Oh no, no, my opium supplies ran out last year," [i]He said with a touch of remorse.[/i] "I'm completely [i]normal[/i]." [i]He was lying.[/i]
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[spoiler]Oh lmao[/spoiler] [i]"Dude were you takin' opium balls or morphine? Somethin' else maybe?"[/i]
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[i]Valentine's smile remained, but something else changed.[/i] "I said no, I'm not taking anything," [i]He stated clearly; his voice was unstable and soft.[/i] "Nothing... nothing at all."
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[i]"Damn, chill man, I was just curious about what you dropped." [/i]
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[i]Valentine blinked. Confusion cleared his mind momentarily.[/i] "Hmm? I dropped something?" [i]He searched the ground, from his left to the right.[/i]
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[i]"What'd you lose?" JT inquired, helping him search from his seat. [/i]
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"What? You're the one who said I dropped something," [i]Valentine said in a confused tone, looking back at JT.[/i]
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[i]"Oh, that's a figure of speech."[/i]
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"Eh?" [i]Valentine was once again clueless.[/i] "What's it mean?"
