Don stalked across the room. He raised his gun, and fired. Whups. Just blew some ammo there.
Just checking the controls on the PC, heh heh.
Alrighty, then.
Don stalked across the room. This time, he went into the side door, to make sure he hadn’t missed something.
Sure enough, he had missed something. There was a loud, gutteral roar, and a large, pink monster attacked him. Damn. He hadn’t been ready for that.
Dead again, he returned, not quite out of energy, and with renewed ambition. He’d thought he was lost, but as it turned out, he’d found a Challenge.
There’s nothing like a good game.
You can save your games. God knows, you can save your games. At least I don’t have to make it through the Jungle again, he said to himself. I wish I could save my LAST LIFE.
Okay, this time I’m doing it properly, he said, although no one was listening. He was just bopping to the excellent music that somebody had written to accompany, well, him. He was alone in his room. No one cared. Hot in the room, it was. Nice music.
It made him feel like shooting something.
Don stalked across the room. This time, he went into the side door, to make sure he hadn’t missed something.
BANG. Shit. Dead.
Start again.