Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 1: RMS Titanic]
05-31-2011, 05:15 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by BlastYoBoots.
"What sort of shitty intro was that?!" Not once had he tested a game with such a sudden, unpolished orientation to the-
Unbelievably confused, Nathan had blurted that out at full volume without taking account of his surroundings. Well-attired men paired with regal-looking women in all manner of Victorian dresses (he assumed, Nathan was never a fan of history) distanced from him in a circle, ceasing their dancing as bewildered as he was. Across the ballroom, the musicians slowed dramatically to a stop. A stubborn violin player continued for a moment, jabbed to a halt as the entirety of the deck took notice of their unexpected visitor. The chatter dimmed to a silence. A glass dropped, just to punctuate the occasion.
Nathan stared at the utterly unfamiliar, nonsensical – yet amazingly realistic – setting, gazing over a series of stunned, vaguely disgusted faces. He glanced behind him, a small porthole facing out to a swaying ocean. Then he looked down at his cutting-edge rifle, so completely incongruous to the setting.
What the hell do I do now?!
Since the advent of the internet, gamers have had a singular, instinctive response to being thrust into situations they haven't the time nor inclination to understand:
Send it all to hell.
He leapt behind the nearest damsel, shoving his sidearm threateningly beside her temple. Then he waved his sophisticated rifle, announced "MUTINYYYY!!" at the top of his lungs, and noisily unloaded a clip into the ceiling.
Everywhere, suddenly, there was screaming and chaos.
"What sort of shitty intro was that?!" Not once had he tested a game with such a sudden, unpolished orientation to the-
Unbelievably confused, Nathan had blurted that out at full volume without taking account of his surroundings. Well-attired men paired with regal-looking women in all manner of Victorian dresses (he assumed, Nathan was never a fan of history) distanced from him in a circle, ceasing their dancing as bewildered as he was. Across the ballroom, the musicians slowed dramatically to a stop. A stubborn violin player continued for a moment, jabbed to a halt as the entirety of the deck took notice of their unexpected visitor. The chatter dimmed to a silence. A glass dropped, just to punctuate the occasion.
Nathan stared at the utterly unfamiliar, nonsensical – yet amazingly realistic – setting, gazing over a series of stunned, vaguely disgusted faces. He glanced behind him, a small porthole facing out to a swaying ocean. Then he looked down at his cutting-edge rifle, so completely incongruous to the setting.
What the hell do I do now?!
Since the advent of the internet, gamers have had a singular, instinctive response to being thrust into situations they haven't the time nor inclination to understand:
Send it all to hell.
He leapt behind the nearest damsel, shoving his sidearm threateningly beside her temple. Then he waved his sophisticated rifle, announced "MUTINYYYY!!" at the top of his lungs, and noisily unloaded a clip into the ceiling.
Everywhere, suddenly, there was screaming and chaos.