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Laser Tag! Part Two

This is continued from Laser Tag! Part One.

Crazy, I ran down the ramp to the second floor of the fort (there were three). I shot up through the grills, and I didn’t know whether it worked or not.

Forty minutes of high suspense. It was obvious why so many people loved this.

“GAME OVER!” boomed the loudspeakers at the end. We all walked down to the bottom and shook hands as we walked out.

“Decryption,” showed the big screen, “Third place.”

Out of six people. Not bad!

The first place winner got a free pass for another game. Fortunately for the rest of us, Erv’s party had two games.

At this time, another ten people arrived. We had to play with them.

Trading threats about the other going down and losing, everyone in Erv’s party congregated into a team.

I grabbed the Bluescreen pack this time. So suiting for a computer geek…

The Halo music started. “BEGIN GAME!”

We had communicated publicly since we couldn’t go in privacy that the codename for our team was “the birthday kid’s name”. In other words, Erv. But those sneaky kids on the other side kept on following us around every time we had a meeting.

“ERV!” I shouted at the top of my lungs every time I shot somebody so they wouldn’t shoot back. Not in fact yelling first, then shooting. I’m sneaky like that when it comes to points. :D

And I was very much a “betrayer”, too. Halfway into the game, I decided to be ultra-sneaky and I heard the other team’s codename while they were exchanging them. It was Special Forces.

Nice!

I shouted “Special Forces!” whenever in doubt. When sure I was with a comrade, I shouted “Erv.”

Being in the know of both sides was awesome, until they changed the code. I was a total dope when they shot at me when I yelled “Special Forces.”

We were, in their minds, the Chinese Fleet. There were only about three people Chinese though, so we didn’t know where they got that. They were, on the other hand, the “Other Team” too us…

One of the guys on the Other Team, however, was about as sneaky as I was. He said, “I’m on your team!” and I didn’t shoot him. He shot me instead.

Now, the reason I didn’t shoot at every single person I didn’t know was because there was this one person on the Other Team secretly on our side. He didn’t know us or anything, but he helped us.

Finally, “GAME OVER” came and we all huddled around the screen. I came around sixth place out of the twenty people displayed on the screen.

The same person won the first place prize, and that was because he came every other week. He gave both passes away, one to Erv and one to another kid that Erv invited.

I simply just need to go again. It’s a physical impossibility for me not to go again.

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One Comment

  1. Harry
    Posted February 2, 2008 at 3:56 pm | Permalink

    lol nice

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