102nd Mission [Video]

[shadesofeco]

[Jak has found a copy of The Lost Frontier and is playing it on Deck 12.]

I don't look like this, right?  What's wrong with my hair?

And why do I sound ...

...

That's not how Eco works!

[Jak watches as his in-game counterpart mispronounces the word "gun" for the second time, then throws the controller against the wall in frustration.]

Comments

[creamonit]

[A man enters the room. In his hand is a can of whipped cream.

He thinks he's entitled to your body, Jak.]

[shadesofeco]

[Jak ignores him. Go away, these terrible controls make the game much harder than it looks.]

[creamonit]

[That's fine! He'll just waltz over, face stoic as he removes the red cap to his dessert topping.

My, he barely blinks as he begins drawing a line of whipped cream from the tip of one of Jak's ears across his head right over to the other.]

[shadesofeco]

[Jak is honestly so stunned, he just sits there.

Whipped cream drips down his face, and his in-game self flings into a lake falls off a cliff and dies.]

[creamonit]

[You know what, he's not even looking at you as he finish the near perfect line. He's staring directly in front of him.

Not at the TV either.

But now he is done putting whipped cream on it.

Now, he must pose.]

[shadesofeco]

[Jak just sets the controller down, then slowly wipes the semi-melted whipped cream out of his eyes with the back of his hand.

He stares at his fist for a moment.

And then slams it right into the stranger's face.]