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11/29/10(Mon)21:00 No.12973409"Alright, you shower first then," I said to Dave. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Hell, at least he knew to shower. That alone put him ahead of half the people at my local hobby shop. Browsing through the rules of Spycraft with the intention of running a solo for the guy, the shock of the radio turning on made me jump.
"Is anyone out there," the voice said, more of a plea than anything. My hands fumbled for the dials. "Thank FUCK," I sighed into the microphone, "Someone else to talk to. Just two of us over here."
"Same here," the voice replied. "I'm Pete. Thought it'd just be me and Dave playing RPGs for years."
Weird. "I'm Mike. Small world, other guy over here is named Dave." There was a laugh from the radio. "Haha! Fuck, that's going to get weird. Hey Dave, I raised some guy on the radio. His name's Mike."
"Sup, Mike," came the distant voice from the speaker. Dave's voice. MY Dave's voice. My hands shook. Behind me, in the bathroom, Dave was still scatting a tune from Super Mario Bros. I clicked on the microphone again.
"H-hey. Pete. What's Dave look like?" There was a confused pause. "I dunno. Skinny. Long hair. Shitty little spike beard. No offense, Dave."
"S'cool," came the Other Dave's voice.
"Pete," I began, my grip growing damp. "Is there, like, a shitty drawing of Rei next to the computers that Dave drew?" As I asked, I stared into those penciled eyes, just askew enough to defy all sense Euclidean biology.
Pete's voice started to develop a rising note of concern. "... Y-yeah."
"Pete... I think we have more in common than you know."
And we weren't alone. Those were the first days of my time in that terrible experiment. Project Dave. |