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[a1enzo]

Enzo comes in this evening with arms and back aching from Game Simulations class.

If ever there was evidence that Users design Games with a screen in mind, and not the real experience, block-pushing puzzles are it.

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[mandercommander]

Well, someone looks sore, and Bonzo does note the look of soreness on Enzo. It's not unfamiliar from old Battle Room practices.

"You ok, Enzo?"

[a1enzo]

Enzo tries to look dignified. "I'm totally alphanumeric."

The slight wince would seem to belie this.

[mandercommander]

So would personal experience.

"So was I when I came out of Battle Room practice the first time." i.e. 'Riiight....' "So, what were you doing that left you so sore?"

[a1enzo]

"Game simulation. You know how I've told you a lot of things make more sense since I know our Users don't know about us?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"You look worn out," Annabelle calls when she sees Enzo come in.

[a1enzo]

"Oh, I'm all right," says Enzo, turning a grimace and a rub of his arm into a stretch.

Have we mentioned before that he's a lousy actor?

[aeons_crackshot]

No, but Annabelle is certainly getting that impression at the moment. "Oh, really?" Annabelle asks with a skeptical expression and tone.

"Could have fooled me, what with all that grimacing."

[a1enzo]

Enzo winces in mid-stretch, scowls, and gives up. He has very few illusions about his own prevarication abilities.

"Crate-pushing puzzle in Game Simulations today. Full size. I can handle it," he maintains firmly, "but it's still a pain."