Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20180223164720/@comment-30014014-20180307183049

Today was not a good day...

Between being held-up for overtime at work and suffering this losing streak at videogames, my day was not going well. My single thought was to relax after a stressful day with unecessary complications. But of course, my blood turned vitrol, I started swearing out my online companions like a rapper with an overly colorful language speaking about another rapper.?

Well, one of them spoke back in an?agressive tone "Hey buddy, would you shut the hell up already with your whining? My ears are drumming from this bitchin' and moanin'!"

Usually, I would be inclined to do so or at least bring up an apology for a rough up behvior. Again, not my day today "Hey Slam-mander145, I know you're pretty blind considering your shotty shooting performance, but do you know there's this magical button called mute?".

"Excuse me?" she spat back, her tone growing more vitrolic. Again, would have stopped midway before was it not for this horrible day.

"Ohh, are you deaf too? ^Maybe you need to get that gunk off your ears before going online. Perhaps then you'll actually hear stuff, how 'bout that?"

"Are you asking for a trashing, buddy? Because I'll gladly do it if you don't shut up!".

And, this is where things derail for me as I unfortunately crank up my toxicity "Go ahead and try it, mate, if you up for an ass-whooping!".

"Is that so?" she asks, with a subtle groan in her throat. She really was raging over this.

"Yea...yea! I hope you don't live around here, mate because if you do, i'll f--k you up the moment I see your scrawny ass!".

A sulfuric laugh echoes fromt he other side as her pitch growl deeper "Is that a promise?"

"Come over and I'll give you the full ass-beating buffet, 'escaped prisoner' edition!"

"Good, I'll hold you to your word", she disconnected after those words.

AT this point, my mind wanted to talk about her threat. The 'coming over' over, to be precise. I justified it as gamer stuff, but my instincts kept persisting about me making a grave mistake. y mistake was not listening to my instincts.

But, being filled with salt at that moment, my brain was clogged up and oblivious. I start another game with the same group, which I am surprised they didn't leave yet. Just before the game starts, a knock on the door. I go, tip-tooing over and gaze formt he tiny eyehole our door is provided with and I am surprised. A caramel pigmented woman with red scales, a red tail and yellow eyes is on the other side of the door, with what I assume is a sword nested on her back.

Did David expect someone? I open up "Hello, can I help you?"

"Yea..." she holds up a piece of paper with? single name: MurderBotVII. Shit...that's my online gametag...

"You wouldn't happen to be MurderbotVII, would you?" she asks, her eyes unsure what to make of me yet. Good, she doesn't know I'm the guy.

"Well, you see, this is a two-man housing". Only half true. David do live with me, but he's not here at the moment, and shooter games aren't his thing. Still... "The guy you're looking for is upstairs. Why?" I wanted to measure what she was here for, hoping in some?vain delusion she didn't come for the threat...

...of course she did "Well, your mate up here decided he would f--k me up unconscious if we ever met. So, to hold up his word, I've made some online tracking and it led me here. You may have to turn your volumn up for a while".

"I see..." Damn...why did I have to go and say this sort of stuff. And she's likely skilled in techs as well. Too late for regrets "..alright then, thanks for the advice".

"No problem, handsome. If your jackass friend wasn't my center of attention, then perhaps I'll suggest a date. Shame..." she promptly walks up the stairs, anger in her fists.

Well, that's time I've given myself, but how much? Doesn't matter, I get down the basement and run straight for the hatch at the other side of the room. I just hope what happens next does not turn the house into a rubble.

Pulling it up, I hop in, a center of screens and a keyboard. The moment a press a button, an aroma of information springs to life through the screens with a microsoft sam voice ["Welcome, MurderbotVII"]

"Yea, yea, skip the formality, I have a bit of a situation right now" I speak, rather quickly.

["Affirmative. Wearer of the 'Crisis' suit heart's rate has spiked. Wearer is in a substantial danger. Initiate the 'Crisis' suit?"]

"Yes, yes, get on with it!" I ask, panicked "I don't know how long until she realize David ain't--

My sentence is bluntly cut off by the shattering tempo of descending steps fromt he second floor. She ran all the way? Hoped I had more time...

["Initiating crisis suit. Please step into the pod"]

Wasint no time, I rush to another opening hatch rising a seemingly empty pod within. With me inside, the clank of machination steams behind my frame as mechanical parts come near, entombing me in solemn armor. A fully body armor, leaving nothing of my person to the whims of the outside world. The armor itself is black painted with silver lining underneath, with gauntlets armed by miniature missiles and a laser reactor at the palm protected by hardglass. Situated on my shoulder is a rectrated mounted gun, also energy-based, nested just over a twin-turbine set place here and on my greaves to allow flight. Right now, A wepaon rack springs before me, giving me access to my trademark storm-rifle, right now, set to crowd control.

The inner workings of my suit activate, once again with my assistant computer voice ["Crisis suit initiated. Warning, intruder detected, descending to this spot"].

"No kidding" I mutter in response as I hear her kick the door dow to the basement. Good grief, she really blunt, isn't she? Regardless, I jump through the hatch, landing with the loudest clank I can muster, just to really garner her attention. I can see it in her eyes, she didn't expect that out of anything. Good, good, play on that shock and awe.

"W-what the hell?!" her voice manages to convey to my synthetic hearing systems.

Of course, I reply with my robotized pitch "Surprise! Didn't expect that guy to be working for Helix Security, huh? You're not the only one with surprises".

"Helix Security? Seriously?! Still, gonna make hold you to that promise!" she threatens me, as only now do I see the rather open attire she wears while her hand goes to reach for her sword. Short shorts, a open jacket, a shirt revealing her cleavage, jeez louise, she really misintepreted my words, did she?

Well, good thing I intent on making good on my promise as well "Sure, go ahead and try it. It's why I'm dressed up for".

"I'm sorry, hon, but when that is NOT how you dress up when you sleep with someone else!" she rebuts, swinging her sword around to get a good feeling.

"I did say I'd f--k you up, right?! You realize this means something else than what you're thinking, right?"

I point my weapon at her, the thing set to incapacitate as I get more of that than the search and destroy scenarios. Her sword, a claymore is pointed back in retaliation. Confrontation seems inevitable, but I'm ready. Ready to kick this intruder out of my house Ready to defend against any and all of her blows. Ready to--

"Ok, hold on" she says, my mantra cut away "We're not really going to fight, are we? I'd rather just us test our might differently. A way that doesn't involve comic book violence, assuming youy're willing to hear me".

She puts her sword back on her back before crossing her arms. To be honest, I'm not fond of turning my house into rubble and broken furnitures "Sure, whatever. What's in your mind?"

She points to the table next to her. a ping-pong table. David and I sometimes plays it, mostly when an argument comes about. It's our way of settling things without breaking stuff. She makes a short jump to the other side, picking a paddle and the ball "A set of five. Winner decides what goes".

I shrug, placing my own weapon on my back "Sure..."

Picking the paddle on my side, I get prepared to swing only to see her crossing her arms again "You're not really playing in that bulky thing, right?"

"I don't know, you tell me when I've got an intruder with a large, pointy thing and strength of 10 men standing before me with the intent of having her way with me".

"Fine, fine, jeez. I'm frankly more interested in your padding skills anyway" she retorts as she swings the paddle, sending the ball to me...

...

About an hour has passed, the two of us frustratingly trying to outplay the other. With the match teeming on a 4-4, the next win would declare the winner. Something I had noticed, however toward my intruder, is her tail. It's flaming. I don't know why it's like that, but frankly, my concentration is mired by the worries of her setting something on fire. My suit itself was panicking at the prospect of monster flame.

"Hey, hey!" she snaps at me, grabbing the ball that came for her "Maybe you should stop watching the spit on the wall and focus?!"

"Well, sorry, I'm just not joyful about watching ym house burn with that tail of yours"

"Dude, relax! Unless I want to, there's no way anything here is flaming up! Now get your head in the game! Come on!"

"Fine!" I shout like her, flamed up by the taste of the win. We go at it, each gritting our teeth as we try to outsmart the other. Sweat pours from our collective foreheads as we swng with all our might, her tail gets flaming-er. I ignore it, trying to win and by a margin, I manage to swipe that win from her as her paddle just misses the ball, bouncing all the way to the stairs.

"Yes! Yes! I win!" I shout with pride, jumping around like a toddler in my 'crisis' suit "Holy molly, you freaking made me work for it, but I got it! I got--

["Incoming attack"] the microsoft voice warns.

"What?" is all I mutter before feeling the sudden impact of a wrecking ball slamming against me. No time to reel in the pain, my suit reacts with the heat tingle of a beam readying up a shot, only for my hud display to showcase the salamander grinning in full teeth at where my head is supposed to be.

"What a rush! I can't believe I actually found someone would could give me such a match!" she speaks, flame seeping out of her mouth "I could kiss you right now! I want to kiss you right now!"

"Wait, wait, wait! What?!" I ask, rather confused by the situation.

"You're telling me you didn't feel it? The connection between us as we ponged away! I saw your face, your stance, everything. Why do you think ym flaming is blazing up like the fourth of july?!"

"Well, that was a rather epic standoff we did right here--

"Right?! So, can you take that bulky helm off?! I need to be sure we are what I think we are!"

She looks at her through the lens of my electronics. Her smile, while raunchy is really charming. I don't know what's coming over me, but seriously, I'd be lying if I said she didn't make me feel anything. The hud within my frame shuts down in response. Again, can't really explain it in words...

...but the impromptu kiss she threw at me can. Now, I know I'll sound somewhat insane or jumping the gun, but, that supposed connection she spoke about? Totally feel it. Her eyes shut to fully immerse herself in it. Her breath is slightly warmer than mine, likely due to her fire nature, but aside for it, she felt like someone I've been waiting for years. Judging by how she's clinging to my 'crisis' it probably the same for her.

Eventually, we do separate, although her eyes convey a faint disappointment form the end of our kiss, something I'd have to get used to.

"I knew it!" she pants, locking her eyes with mine "I knew it! I'm so glad to have followed up on your anger issues!" Giddly with excitment, she jumps on me. Fortunately, my suit is more than enough to holst her up as I shoddily carrye her like a monkey climbing a tree.

"Well, I'm glad to have swore you out!" I respond, as unfortunately, my suit felt like it was in the way...

...

That was two years ago...

"Ohh, we got them! No mercy!" Serena shouts at the top of her lungs

"Well of course, they ain't got mics. In a shooter game" I speak back, slightly recoiling my head away as to avoid my eardrums bursting. Two years ago, I had threatened her online. She got my adress and went over to fight me for it. A game of pong had us make up and out.

Now, she's currently sitting on my lap as we're playing a multiplayer, quite literally butchering the opposite tea despite the fact that they outnumber us in a elimination match. Our respective fingers shine among the controllers with a red encrusted jewel surrounded by gold, the color of her scales.

"GG, too easy!" she spits with enthusiast as the last guy in the opposite team dies to a flanking attack, while slightly injuring my guy. She gets her mic, spouting advices in a beligerent way "Hey, next time, you might want toutter little more than a 'hello' toward each others, 'aight?"

"Oh come now" I try calming her down "I'm pretty sure losing to two while they're five is loud enough"

"Don't 'oh come now' me!" she turns her head to me with a grin on her face "You probably would have chewed them worse".

"Maybe, but I'm not the one doing it" I retort with a returned smile. My arms coil around her stomach as a reach for a kiss. One she gladly gives back. "I love you, Serena".

"I love you too, Mikeal--

"Ohh look, they're gay for each other right now" the mic spouts off from the other team. Serena forgot to turn it off, resulting in a flaming salamander schreeching on the mic "You want another ass-whooping?! You're on!"

She cuts off the mic, our eyes locked on the tv as a game starts anew. And...once again, we start butchering the opposition like a bunch of un-armed soldiers facing a firing squad.

Being immersed in the game, our ears blissfully ignore the steam of shouts coming from the second floor. David and his fiance, Linda, who happens to be Serena's sister, playing their own set of games, more in tghe mmo genre. She came into the picture when David got tired of hearing us two shouting or speaking loudly everytime we played a game or when we got closer at night. Hand-holding, kisses and the more.

Serena thought he needed someone of his own to see why we were like this and thought of her sister. Just like us, their love for a genre of game instently hooked them together, prompting them to promise a life with each other. Now, the house is either filled with yells, swears and victory shouts or sweet words, dares and intimacy depending on the day...

With a hosue like that, I'm surprised the neighboors haven't filled in noise complaints so far...