That doesn't deserve to be on the floor.

I'm playing my part, man.

He had curiously stumbled into some parties, but even with a mass collection of peers and familiar faces he still felt loss. Other than a glance, nobody bothered to acknowledge his existence. He felt transparent; whispers of no doubt untrue gossip, a stranger among faces he knew. He idly wondered if his purpose was to live as Casper the Friendly Ghost, but immediately discarded the ideal because even Casper received attention. Suddenly he was held by the powers of communication but at one point realized he was actually having a conversation with himself; the man he was talking to was sprawled quite ridiculously atop a couch, unconscious.

Strolling through darkness was relaxing. He inadvertently thought of a phrase, "It's better to be on evil's side than in its path." He shook his head. Despite never being rewarded for it, he was an honest man, or at least as honest as this day and age would allow.

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I couldn't afford an Xbox, when the first one came out, so I often found myself walking to my friend's house to oblige. Jordan, or more appropriately Jordy, was eager to show me the ropes. We played versus to get me used to the controls, and after mastering the learning curve, we ended the day in cooperative play. My first impressions were negative, and I found the game too hyped.

It wasn't that different from any other first-person shooter, but it was there at exactly the right place at exactly the right time. Every Xbox owner I knew must had only bought the console to indulge in what was the most popular thing to do at the time. Oh ye of little faith...

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