All American Hero - OTA
"We can't hold them back! They're breaking through the line! Fuck! Get down! I said get down, motherfucker! Gat gat gat gat!" Jesse muttered in a loud whisper as he used his pen like a M16 as he shot the imaginary enemy to no avail. He started scooting back in his computer chair like he was falling back until his was up against the filing cabinet.
This was a pretty regular game for him. Standing guard consisted of four things. Making rounds, watching monitors, listening for the walkie, and not falling asleep. That last part was where the game came in.
"Gat! Gat gat gat gat!" He threw the pen with it's empty clip to the ground and pulled out a .45 made of his fingers. "Pshew pshew!" But the enemy got a couple good shots in, one of which clipped his shoulder while another got him in the stomach. He was a goner, slumping down in his chair. But in a final heroic maneuver he grabbed the stress ball off the top of the filing cabinet, pulled the "pin" out with his teeth and threw it. "Suck grenade, assholes!" Then he sputtered a few times and died.
This was a pretty regular game for him. Standing guard consisted of four things. Making rounds, watching monitors, listening for the walkie, and not falling asleep. That last part was where the game came in.
"Gat! Gat gat gat gat!" He threw the pen with it's empty clip to the ground and pulled out a .45 made of his fingers. "Pshew pshew!" But the enemy got a couple good shots in, one of which clipped his shoulder while another got him in the stomach. He was a goner, slumping down in his chair. But in a final heroic maneuver he grabbed the stress ball off the top of the filing cabinet, pulled the "pin" out with his teeth and threw it. "Suck grenade, assholes!" Then he sputtered a few times and died.