kidding

I'm back to college sophomore years again. The ground against my boots works like a fly trap paper pulling me into the arena of testosterone, sweat and blood. I caught sight of a thrown black object...no stripes...lucky for me. My view went white and I can hear nearby running. A gun shot roared somewhere inside the brown tunnel. Slowly, forms became visible into my screen...head shot.

Someone laughed from behind. Apparently it was Agi who took shot of my virtual terrorist soldier. I have to wait for others to be killed before I can reincarnate into the same virtual flesh and bone. My fingers drummed the keyboard while running again from the same spot. Routine yet addicting. I wish work would be like this, addicting the employee until he drops down dead from overwork and underpay.

Head shot again...

I pressed tab and saw my success and failure. I wonder if heaven keeps a score of something like this. Once you press tab you can see the merits and demerits in your lifetime. Then you get to compare it to people like Buddha or Elvis, and then you laugh about it...It's heaven after all.

oops, counter-terrorist wins. We play again.