Megatokyo: War of the Worlds
He was finally home. He heard Piro greet him but he didn't reply, not really paying attention. He was too pysched. Largo walked to the center of the den and set the cardboard box on the carpet.
"What's that?" Piro asked. Once again, however, Largo didn't hear his friend. He ripped open the box. "Hey, Largo! What is that!?"
Largo grinned and ripped the top of the box open. "The futre of gaming," stated Largo simply, but with excitement in his tone and a manic glint in his eyes. He turned the box over and hundreds of pieces of junk clunked as it hit the floor.
It was junk to to people who were untrained in the 1337 art of modding and gaming. To those untrained it would appear to be a pile of wires and cables, chips and gaming controllers. But to Largo it was a pile of wires and cables, ram and memory, proccessing chips and circuit boards, and other gaming peripherals like controllers from the typical to the Guitar Hero one, the Eye Toy and things like Keyboards, mice, and a Wireless adapter. To Largo it was Nirvana.
"This doesn't bode well," Piro replied in a grim voice. "Just don't destroy the apartment. For that matter, don't destroy Tokyo."
Largo left the room and came back with a twelve-pack of beer and a sodder. He was also wearing plastic visor for protection, but it wasn't covering his face yet, just strapped in place. And typically, he was n4k3d except for his jeans.
Largo opened a can and opened it...SSss...And downed it in one gulp. "Please evacuate to a five hundred mile radius," Largo said before gulping down another beer, then flipped down his visor and turned on the sodder.
"Got to go to work," Piro said and headed out the door for MegaGamers.
Largo hands were moving so quickly it looked like a dustball you would see in a quirky cartoon or anime. Before no time it was done. The 1337 gaming machine was now completed.
Largo quickly plugged in his custom designed controllers and his keyboard, then plugged in the power cable into the outlet. Hurrying back to the device, his blood was pumping with adrenaline. And he flipped the switch.
KABOOM!
Largo woke on a floor of dried leaves and dead weeds. He was laying on his back, dazed and staring up at the sky with hazy sight. The sky looked like it was orange and dead, but when his sight became clear he realized it was leaves.
It was the canopy of trees. He was in the woods. Largo leaned up into a sitting position. So, the apartment was gone, woods surrounded him, and it was autumn. Or was it autumn? He forgot. Such things always happened when he had a few too many beers. Autumn wasn't this rotten looking though, was it? He forgot that too.
There was more to it than that, Largo realized. He felt the rotteness, felt the decay. He didn't just see it. That was strange. Being transported here through a dimensional explosion of technology kind of added to it as well. As well as mysteriously having a 9mm gun in his right hand, a knife in the other.
"Oooh," Largo said, full of awe. "Sweet. A gun."
That wasn't all. Largo had a belt on. When did he ever have a belt on? He didn't even own a belt...Wait just a minute...He wasn't even half n4k3d anymore. He was wearing a shirt, vest jacket, and boots as well. The only thing that was the same was the fact he wore jeans. Something was definitely -
Beep Beep. Beep Beep.
"What's that?" Piro asked. Once again, however, Largo didn't hear his friend. He ripped open the box. "Hey, Largo! What is that!?"
Largo grinned and ripped the top of the box open. "The futre of gaming," stated Largo simply, but with excitement in his tone and a manic glint in his eyes. He turned the box over and hundreds of pieces of junk clunked as it hit the floor.
It was junk to to people who were untrained in the 1337 art of modding and gaming. To those untrained it would appear to be a pile of wires and cables, chips and gaming controllers. But to Largo it was a pile of wires and cables, ram and memory, proccessing chips and circuit boards, and other gaming peripherals like controllers from the typical to the Guitar Hero one, the Eye Toy and things like Keyboards, mice, and a Wireless adapter. To Largo it was Nirvana.
"This doesn't bode well," Piro replied in a grim voice. "Just don't destroy the apartment. For that matter, don't destroy Tokyo."
Largo left the room and came back with a twelve-pack of beer and a sodder. He was also wearing plastic visor for protection, but it wasn't covering his face yet, just strapped in place. And typically, he was n4k3d except for his jeans.
Largo opened a can and opened it...SSss...And downed it in one gulp. "Please evacuate to a five hundred mile radius," Largo said before gulping down another beer, then flipped down his visor and turned on the sodder.
"Got to go to work," Piro said and headed out the door for MegaGamers.
Largo hands were moving so quickly it looked like a dustball you would see in a quirky cartoon or anime. Before no time it was done. The 1337 gaming machine was now completed.
Largo quickly plugged in his custom designed controllers and his keyboard, then plugged in the power cable into the outlet. Hurrying back to the device, his blood was pumping with adrenaline. And he flipped the switch.
KABOOM!
Largo woke on a floor of dried leaves and dead weeds. He was laying on his back, dazed and staring up at the sky with hazy sight. The sky looked like it was orange and dead, but when his sight became clear he realized it was leaves.
It was the canopy of trees. He was in the woods. Largo leaned up into a sitting position. So, the apartment was gone, woods surrounded him, and it was autumn. Or was it autumn? He forgot. Such things always happened when he had a few too many beers. Autumn wasn't this rotten looking though, was it? He forgot that too.
There was more to it than that, Largo realized. He felt the rotteness, felt the decay. He didn't just see it. That was strange. Being transported here through a dimensional explosion of technology kind of added to it as well. As well as mysteriously having a 9mm gun in his right hand, a knife in the other.
"Oooh," Largo said, full of awe. "Sweet. A gun."
That wasn't all. Largo had a belt on. When did he ever have a belt on? He didn't even own a belt...Wait just a minute...He wasn't even half n4k3d anymore. He was wearing a shirt, vest jacket, and boots as well. The only thing that was the same was the fact he wore jeans. Something was definitely -
Beep Beep. Beep Beep.