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trans_92011-01-13 12:35 am
whyarewehere) wrote in trans_92011-01-13 12:35 am
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Continued Archival Abuse
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.
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.