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[ Anybody entering the lobby late at night will find a little girl set up there. She has a huge flat-screen TV set up on a wall, a Zboz 1080 set up in front of it, and she's sprawled out on a couch, cordless controller in her hands. She has a huge bowl of Cheetos set up on a coffee table in front of her and an open 12-pack of Paradisa-brand cherry cola.

The logo is a buffalo, if you were wondering.

On the screen is a guy in a futuristic suit of powered armor, vaguely reminiscent of the many Freelancers and future-military guys around the castle. It's set on an obviously alien planet, and the character is running around and shooting aliens.

The journal is open on the table in front of her, picking up the sounds of lasers and aliens screaming and the munching of Cheetos. After a few moments, she speaks up. ]

This game is totally unrealistic. [ Munch, munch. Lasers fire. Aliens die. ] There's not enough explosions.

[ Yeah. Open in person for anybody who wants to watch her play Ring: Stretch, or grab another controller for multiplayer. There is multiplayer, right? Whatever, there is now. Also open over the journal of course, if you'd rather yell at her for being loud and obnoxious over the journal. ]

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See, I didn't see it, I only heard it.

Well, microwaves generally aren't good for ritualistic summonings.

Fuck no, or they wouldn't also be used for shit like mini pizzas. You'd think that was a no-brainer.

Oh wait, we're talking about Zelos, maybe it still is.

As much as I've used the microwave, I'm sure I would have found a way to summon demons through it if it were normally possible.

I guess he just got lucky and found a haunted mobile phone or something.

Your idea of luck is really fuckin' twisted, you know that? [he grins over his shoulder at her between levels. because yes, he's totally been playing this entire time, shh]