originally posted in:The New Dojo
"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?"
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[i]"Basically I'm asking what drugs you used."[/i]
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"Opium I stole from some Chinese merchant," [i]Valentine said, yawning.[/i] "Like I said, I ran out a while back."
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[i]"Is that shit legal up there?"[/i]
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"No." [i]He said it like it was common knowledge, and it was.[/i]
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[i]JT wasn't one who possessed common knowledge or had ever been to China, so he simply replied with a shrug. "Hey, want a drink?" [/i]
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"Sure," [i]Valentine replied.[/i]
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[i]JT reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask full of whiskey. He uncapped it and gave it a quick sniff to determine how strong it was as he had forgotten, and after coming to the realization it was only mildly strong, he slid it over to Valentine. [/i]