EPTNothing like scrambling into a PC bang, dripping wet.
The owner looks up at me. Never been here before but
The same smile, the same smell of smoke, a familiar face.
"Welcome! Sit where ever you like" The same greeting...
Drip, drip, drip.
I look around for an open computer, non smoking section please.
As a take off my jacket and sit, a grin comes to my face.
"Spawn more overlords" says a deep male voice.
The pathetic dying beeps as fields are covered in blue goo
Marines scream when they die yes, but now with falsetto mixed in.
frantic, frantic clicks.
I think to myself, just maybe, today is special. Today, it's different.
Amidst the packed room, today I can believe what I want. Truth?
Psh.
Here's a truth: My eyes are elsewhere but my fingers know
Click click, M, E, Enter, Xenocide_Knight, password. My friends yell,
"Hunters! Hunters!"
Is it so wrong for me to feel sad?
And angry? That this is leaving?
No, I was wrong. It's not over.
Not yet.
Today I made my choice, as did everyone around me.
I know nothing lasts forever,
but today,
all around me,
the screens are
Just like the good old days
