[Beyblade] Addicted
Title: Addicted
( Virgin Version ) Date Published: October 26, 2008
Category: Beyblade
Characters/Pairings: the Majestics
Genre/Rating/Warnings: Humor/PG/Sims 2 references, mentions of Naruto
Summary/Excerpt: Enrique's tied to the PC and Oliver's raving. Johnny explains to a clueless Robert what's going on.
Addicted
"AAAARGH!"
"Oliver?!"
"I'll pry him off the computer with a crowbar even if it's the last thing I do!"
Johnny visibly paled as he and Robert watched their youngest, prettiest team mate whiz by with, indeed, a crowbar in his hand. The French boy looked right about ready to beat the living crap out of his best friend, Enrique, who was still blissfully unaware of the fate to befall him.
On the whole, the situation was quite scary.
"Oliver, don't-!" Johnny cried and tried unsuccessfully to restrain the green-haired boy by outstretching his arm, the only movement he was capable of being at that moment, being buried under a pile of newspapers.
"What on earth is going on?" Robert asked, distracted from his sorting. His crimson eyes widened at the sound of Oliver's battle-cry and heavy footfalls thundering up the stairs.
His Scottish companion sighed mournfully, resigning himself to a life without their blond team mate or at least mentally preparing himself to see the Italian mortally wounded.
"Enrique's been on the computer for almost two weeks now. He's only been coming down to eat," Johnny began in a matter-of-fact tone. "Naturally, Oliver's been concerned, but as you see, he's on a bloody rampage."
A menacing echo of 'Enrique Giancarlo Tornatore!' tore through the momentary silence of the Jurgen castle.
"On the computer?" Robert queried, more curious than smug as to merely dismiss the fiasco as 'uncouth'. "What's gotten him so hooked?"
Johnny cleared his throat and arranged the newspapers he was sorting in the manner of a scholarly individual ready to lecture on his field of expertise. "As a gamer myself, I wouldn't want to interfere with his gaming time."
Robert 'oh'-ed as if everything suddenly made sense. Yes, Enrique and Johnny were online gamers and online gamers seemed to have their own little world normal people were oblivious to. "So, what is it this time?" he asked, naming popular RPGs off the top of his head. "Warcraft? Pangya? DOTA? Ragnarok?"
The redhead shook his head and winced at the sound of a skirmish several floors up the Jurgen Mansion. "It isn't an online game, much less and RPG, but still as addictive."
The German's eyebrow rose. "And that would be?"
"The Sims 2 with downloaded custom modified characters."
Robert face-faulted. He supposed it was a big issue. To be honest, he never got the point of computer games. All he knew about the Sims was that you played God and had one hell of a fun time killing the people you created.
Then again, considering where his team mates were coming from, a big issue is a big issue.
"Is that why Oliver's so mad?" he asked.
Now it was Johnny's turn to sigh. "No..." His tone had a foreboding rise in pitch.
Overhead they heard the French boy scream, "DAMN YOU TORNATORE! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU DOWNLOADED NARUTO SHIPPUUDEN SIMS! AWAY FROM THE PC! DEIDARA WILL HAVE SASORI'S BABIES!!!"
END
( Virgin Version ) Date Published: October 26, 2008
Category: Beyblade
Characters/Pairings: the Majestics
Genre/Rating/Warnings: Humor/PG/Sims 2 references, mentions of Naruto
Summary/Excerpt: Enrique's tied to the PC and Oliver's raving. Johnny explains to a clueless Robert what's going on.
Addicted
"AAAARGH!"
"Oliver?!"
"I'll pry him off the computer with a crowbar even if it's the last thing I do!"
Johnny visibly paled as he and Robert watched their youngest, prettiest team mate whiz by with, indeed, a crowbar in his hand. The French boy looked right about ready to beat the living crap out of his best friend, Enrique, who was still blissfully unaware of the fate to befall him.
On the whole, the situation was quite scary.
"Oliver, don't-!" Johnny cried and tried unsuccessfully to restrain the green-haired boy by outstretching his arm, the only movement he was capable of being at that moment, being buried under a pile of newspapers.
"What on earth is going on?" Robert asked, distracted from his sorting. His crimson eyes widened at the sound of Oliver's battle-cry and heavy footfalls thundering up the stairs.
His Scottish companion sighed mournfully, resigning himself to a life without their blond team mate or at least mentally preparing himself to see the Italian mortally wounded.
"Enrique's been on the computer for almost two weeks now. He's only been coming down to eat," Johnny began in a matter-of-fact tone. "Naturally, Oliver's been concerned, but as you see, he's on a bloody rampage."
A menacing echo of 'Enrique Giancarlo Tornatore!' tore through the momentary silence of the Jurgen castle.
"On the computer?" Robert queried, more curious than smug as to merely dismiss the fiasco as 'uncouth'. "What's gotten him so hooked?"
Johnny cleared his throat and arranged the newspapers he was sorting in the manner of a scholarly individual ready to lecture on his field of expertise. "As a gamer myself, I wouldn't want to interfere with his gaming time."
Robert 'oh'-ed as if everything suddenly made sense. Yes, Enrique and Johnny were online gamers and online gamers seemed to have their own little world normal people were oblivious to. "So, what is it this time?" he asked, naming popular RPGs off the top of his head. "Warcraft? Pangya? DOTA? Ragnarok?"
The redhead shook his head and winced at the sound of a skirmish several floors up the Jurgen Mansion. "It isn't an online game, much less and RPG, but still as addictive."
The German's eyebrow rose. "And that would be?"
"The Sims 2 with downloaded custom modified characters."
Robert face-faulted. He supposed it was a big issue. To be honest, he never got the point of computer games. All he knew about the Sims was that you played God and had one hell of a fun time killing the people you created.
Then again, considering where his team mates were coming from, a big issue is a big issue.
"Is that why Oliver's so mad?" he asked.
Now it was Johnny's turn to sigh. "No..." His tone had a foreboding rise in pitch.
Overhead they heard the French boy scream, "DAMN YOU TORNATORE! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU DOWNLOADED NARUTO SHIPPUUDEN SIMS! AWAY FROM THE PC! DEIDARA WILL HAVE SASORI'S BABIES!!!"
END