Continued Archival Abuse

[whyarewehere]

Grif had better uses for the media center than seeking knowledge or bettering himself.

Forget books, or whatever Stacy had. (He didn't know, did anyone expect him to read anything voluntarily?) There were movies here, and music, but most importantly there were games.

Grif had been working slowly through Stacy's vast transdimensional video game library. He didn't know why they were considered cultural works worthy of preservation. Really? He didn't care. All he knew was they gave him something to do.

Right at that moment, the something was blasting alien ships down from behind the hard-light controls of a simulated fighter.

"Yeah, eat that!" he yelled, reducing three of them to nothing more than scattered pixels against the starry backdrop with one well-placed shot.

For once, he wasn't thinking about any of the multitude of things he hated about this ship. He was actually enjoying himself.

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Tavros can usually be found in the media center if he's not in the sensoriums, though he's been trying to focus less on playing around and more on training like everyone else. Still, he's on a break and checking out more stories when...

Hey, somebody's being kind of loud in here.

Somebody with a familiar voice.

Curious, Tavros goes to see what Grif's shouting about.

[whyarewehere]

Grif's focusing on the screen, sending his ship into a sharp turn to try to throw off a homing projectile or something that's on his tail.

Unfortunately, while he's doing that he collides with another ship.

"Agh, shit!"

The controls flash from yellow to red, indicating another lost health level. Or structural damage. Hell, he doesn't know, it just means he only has one... damage-unit-thingy left.

"C'mon c'mon c'moooonnnn..."

He just has to get out of this sector and blow up that asteroid and this level will be over. Five more seconds...

BOOM!

The screen zooms back to show his fighter being destroyed.

"What?! No way!"

...And now apparently he won?

He stares for a second, then laughs and slumps back in the chair. He beat the clock by a hair of a second, just before blowing up!

Then he notices Tavros.

"Oh, hey. It's you. Sup?" he says, the victory screen glowing softly as it waits for the indication to continue.