The Fun

Ryan set the notebook back on his bed and closed his eyes. People don't go crazy in twenty minutes. There had to be something going on here. Standing up, he started to pace his bedroom. Occasionally he tossed a look at the notebook on his bed.

Maybe if he went out all of this would stop. Slipping on his coat and shoes, he started for the door. For a moment, he stared at his math homework. Sighing, he snatched it off of the bed, stuffing it into his backpack. Then he left the room.

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The man on the lobby chair slipped the brand new pair of Mitsubishi hi-res, full-emersion goggles off. Truely, they were one of the best things he'd found. They really let the player get into the game. The gasping and hard breathing had come through in surround vision. He was going to enjoy this. Smiling, he snapped the deck closed.

He heard a thump from the desk. The "girl" who'd been standing up there smiling had collapsed. These sims were so weak-willed here. No wonder the target had managed to get the girl and start to have the good life.

He didn't bother checking on her. Instead, he got out of there before the target managed to traipse on through again.

Adjusting his sweat shirt and jeans, he mumbled to himself. "Ryan, the fun is just starting."