As quickly as LaCada confirmed his justice selection, the screen said Chapter 1. They both knew what the game was about, although the intro had been something new. The game was about two men in a post-dirty bomb world. Only this wasn't a nuclear bomb that wiped out everyone and turned them to zombies. This bomb was one that was detonated in Austin and after killing a few thousand in short order, the city was shut down to martial law, as was Texas shortly after. Eventually the rest of the country was under martial law and every citizen was treated as a suspect.
The point of the game was to use the two characters as a team in order to end martial law. There were multiple ways to reach a conclusion to this game, and both John and Christian had avoided the online walk through pages for each scenario on purpose.
So here they were, two men, playing a video game as two men trapped under martial law. The game was set in Seattle and the opening scene involved, ironically, two men sitting on a couch watching a blank screen. They were too shocked to move. The dirty bomb hit Austin 3 days prior. Within 48 hours the entire country was under martial law. The camera panned around to face the digital faces. Thankfully, at least Christian thought, there was closed captioning built into the game. Or subtitles, however you like it. The men began to speak. Both were inexplicably wearing cargo pants and hoodies. Both were white(ish) looking. One wore a cap with a B on it, one did not. One sweatshirt was green (Johnny's character), the other was blue. The names of the men in the game were Quinton and Francis. Christian disliked Tarantino and was happy that the blue sweatshirt of Francis belonged to his character.
"Do you still buy into Tarantino and all of the self-righteous crap he spews into his movies?" Christian asked, not looking away from the screen.
"I like his movies. they're entertaining. They pass a few hours and sometimes make me think."
"About what?!" Christian was annoyed, " How to be a media created image of a gangster or how to have a foot fetish or how eventually the nerds will take over, but the nerds just wanna be like the cool kids?"
"He did that one where they killed Nazis."
"Shit, that's true," Christian responded, and he did like that one. He had only seen it once though and wouldn't see it again.
"Anyway, let's play this game, we have to figure out how we are gonna leave this house and get some weapons."
"Fine."
The point of the game was to use the two characters as a team in order to end martial law. There were multiple ways to reach a conclusion to this game, and both John and Christian had avoided the online walk through pages for each scenario on purpose.
So here they were, two men, playing a video game as two men trapped under martial law. The game was set in Seattle and the opening scene involved, ironically, two men sitting on a couch watching a blank screen. They were too shocked to move. The dirty bomb hit Austin 3 days prior. Within 48 hours the entire country was under martial law. The camera panned around to face the digital faces. Thankfully, at least Christian thought, there was closed captioning built into the game. Or subtitles, however you like it. The men began to speak. Both were inexplicably wearing cargo pants and hoodies. Both were white(ish) looking. One wore a cap with a B on it, one did not. One sweatshirt was green (Johnny's character), the other was blue. The names of the men in the game were Quinton and Francis. Christian disliked Tarantino and was happy that the blue sweatshirt of Francis belonged to his character.
"Do you still buy into Tarantino and all of the self-righteous crap he spews into his movies?" Christian asked, not looking away from the screen.
"I like his movies. they're entertaining. They pass a few hours and sometimes make me think."
"About what?!" Christian was annoyed, " How to be a media created image of a gangster or how to have a foot fetish or how eventually the nerds will take over, but the nerds just wanna be like the cool kids?"
"He did that one where they killed Nazis."
"Shit, that's true," Christian responded, and he did like that one. He had only seen it once though and wouldn't see it again.
"Anyway, let's play this game, we have to figure out how we are gonna leave this house and get some weapons."
"Fine."
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