THE WAR ZONE

the sniper slowly and methodically took out the members of nate the great's team. one by one the fell at pull of the dastardly villans's trigger. soon mr great wasnt looking all the great anymore. one false step and he'd be off to the nerd heaven ( a dungeons and dragon convention in the sky...). as marshmallow natey strafes along a wall, the expected happens and he takes a virtual bullet between the virtual bi-focals. Fists slam the desk as the real slim natey growls in disgust. "come one people"he cries, imagining other people around him helping him finish his top secret mission. "ugghhhhh why cant we just get this sniper!!! JEEEEEEZZ!" nate starts over his attempt for the umpteenth time this evening. once again the pattern is repeated and the groans and exclamations and fist pounding seems to get louder and more booming. "FETCH" he exclaims so loud, he pulls the sergeant major seated in the next room right off his chair. "atten hut, Nathan Thompson!" sarge barks, "you realize that your constant clamoring and chatter are affecting everyone in this fox hole? you are not the only one here, so i suggest you make like a storm window and SHUT UP!" silence fills the tiny apartment. not even the spiders crawling underneath the affable (though sloppy) actors bed dare to move. "at ease soldier." the army-esque fiance quietly states. slowly life crept back into the small abode as the geek got back to his computer-generated reality. the geek couldnt help but feel odd... his first human contact in what felt like weeks, or as the gnomes keep time in many a fortnight. "what an extraordinary event" he reflected. "the more annoying i get, the more possibility i have of having people talk to me." the technological wonder went back to his slaying of snipers, but also formulated a plot to gain the attentions of his fellow commrades through random acts of annoying. to be continued.....