Sunday, July 25, 2010
When I was a king.
(this may be a repeat.)
Back in the early 90s I was working for a retail chain at the mall. One day a friend of mine Hoppy were driving by the mall when we noticed that there was a new building going in at the mini mall across the street. There was a name on the wall that said TRACER.
Intrigued we walked in even though they were not open yet.
They were kind and showed us around. It seems that this was a sort of laser tag arena game. It had 2 bases and a maze between them. Robots in the ceiling to shoot at players and a fog machine.
We signed up on the spot. I chose the code name “DEKKARD” (Harrison Ford's character in Blade Runner)
A week later we moved in.
It was glorious!
We met many people and I discovered I was freaking GOOD!
There was one guy who was “the guy” the guy that everyone liked and to be beat by him was a honor. He went by the name of Armsmaster. I believe he was one of those SCA kinda guys, in fact there was a whole group of them. A couple of hotties as well.
Armsmaster was a cool guy. Scrawny little fuck probably in his high 20s at the time but personable.
He was the man to beat.
I still remember a group coming up to him to ask him to play and he threw his arm around me and said “Take this guy. He's pretty damn good.”
It was like getting a blessing from a King.
I played and played and played. I discovered muscles I had forgotten I had. I developed skills and abilities I did not know I had.
The targets worn by an opponent were the helmet, the chest and gun. I found I could snap shot to a persons head with an assassin like accuracy and skill. I even created my own signature move where I would spot someone coming in at me and I would leap straight up in the air spinning in a pirouette and firing as I came down. It was 95% effective and spectacular to watch (so I was told).
Soon I was the King.
I was adored and revered (and I do not exaggerate this point.)
I held court every weekend and some weekdays.
I was finally “the cool guy”
People hung on my every word and spoke my name with reverence ( ok a bit of exaggeration there)
I dated the hottest chicks and played against everyone. People would drop out of games when they saw my name on the opposing team. I had to start creating alias's just to be able to play.
(RAVENBLADE and INCOGNITO)
One night in came a 8 man team of air force louts as my 2 buds and I were getting ready to leave.
They were being loud and disdainful to this little game.
The manager stopped us and asked us to do her a solid.
She asked us if we would play these guys “on the house.”
It was a slaughter.
They did the whole “hut-hut” thing and called out potions of flank and such.
We destroyed them.
When the smoke cleared they were glum and disjointed.
They had scores in the 2 digit range
we had scores in the high 4 digit range.
We were glorious.
Soon after then the end started. I created a team for tournament play named “The Assassin's Guild”
Then I started going to night school.
Then came in the new breed.
When I was able to go. it became like an old gunslinger unable to hang up his guns without being “called out”.
Finally one day I was done.
My glory days behind me
Life, Love and all that grown up crap shouldered it's way into the forefront.
But oh, those days!
They were golden.
mentally regurgitated by ZomBee