I'm Pretty L33T 2

[Kyle Underly]

Trick to finding the nerds: hang out near the video games. Kyle pretty well counted on being their god, since it was almost too easy to do so. You show them a little affection, learn a bit of the language, and bam: you had an easy following. The fact Kyle looked as awesome as he did and happened to run in circles that were definitely on the popular side helped too. Anyway, enough of the stalking near the nerd watering hole and Kyle had heard rumblings about a nerd in particular. Naturally he couldn't let this one go. He was the big game. The Kahuna. The elephant in Kyle's test.

"oh, and he's a big boy too," Kyle said as he finally saw the guy near one of the consoles. He tilted his head for a moment, trying to get the full picture. "Guy should try playing some Wii Fit or something," Kyle folded his arms, tapping them, trying to figure out the best way to approach this. Probably not by coming over and acting flashy. oh no, Kyle had to work this one. Play the long game.

So he sauntered over, watching for a moment. "Hey, you're pretty good at this," he said, giving the guy his best winning smile. "Seem to be a streak too. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were some kind of professional gamer or something. You should set up a channel, 'cuz," Kyle pointed toward the screen, "That is some impressive stuff right there."

Ah, seduction, it was the same no matter the end.

Barry Grep

[Barry Grep]

Normally Barry wouldn't leave his Nerd Santuary to come play with the lesser mortals of this trivial realm, but today he had been heading back and then suddenly saw the console. Sitting there. Baiting him. Like a siren only with wires instead of legs. Long, sexy, coated wires that could totally shock him if he actually tried touching them. Lesson of the day kids don't actually touch open wires no matter how enticing. Also, you should go see a therapist if you're starting to be attracted to wires.

But enough on that! Barry was playing Halo because apparently that's one of the few games that people would actually keep for everyone to play. Barry really needed to get some more games down here or something. Cause it was definitely a snooze fest if you played the same games over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and-- you get the point.

Still! Barry was all too happy to log in and play so Halo online, easily crushing his opponents as he hooted and hollered happily. After another successful win, he ward some guy come up next to him and congratulate him on his playing. Barry grinned widely from ear to ear, and puffed up his chest. "Of course!" He cried with an air of fake snootiness. "I am a professional! And I already have a channel, knave!" He held his expression for a few heartbeats before exploding into giggles.

"Nah, I'm just teasing man. Hey! Name's Barry Grep. Lord and Master of Video Games. Grab a seat and a controller man. Let's see how you play." Barry said, looking back at the screen. Didn't names matter? Of course not! Not when there was gaming to be had!

[Kyle Underly]

Kyle watched the guy puffed up and he could practically feel that nibbling. Oh yeah, he'd totally just taken the bait. Time to make sure he got hooked first. Put on that best grin and roll with his comments about already having a channel. "Whoa, great minds, man," he said. He grinned and nodded. Barry Grep: sounded like a good sidekick name, didn't it? Oh, lord and master of video games. Yeah, sure, he can keep that title.

Kyle slid into the seat next to Barry. "Hey man, thanks. I'm not too bad at this but, like, I got nothing on you," Kyle gripped the semi-familiar control, giving the buttons a few pokes. "I'm guessing someone vomited Mountain Dew on this? I'm hoping, because otherwise," he scraped something greenish yellow off, watching it crumble to the ground. Ugh, he should've brought his wet wipes. Why hadn't he thought of that? He grimaced and then looked back to the screen.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Kyle, by the way. Kyle Underly," let's just throw that out there. guy spent any time on the internet he might've picked up on some of Kyle's vids.

[Barry Grep]

"Heeeeeeellllllllll yeeeeaaaahhhhh dude!" Barry agreed with a big grin before looking at the screen again. He had been winning like crazy, so his Hype meters were at maximum percent at that moment. So he wasn't paying far too much attention to what the other guy was saying. but he did catch the praise thing. "Dude, I judge by what you do, not my dem words." Barry stated with a cackle. He did, however, look over at the mountain dew thing.

"Ech! Naaaaaaasty!" he commented, scrunching up his nose. "But yeah, I think so. Or hope so at least." Barry added with a shrug as he looked at the screen and booted up the online match. "Nice to meet you Kyle! Sounds kinda familiar." He said. Where had he seen this guy before? Some kinda cooking thing that popped up when Barry tried clicking on a youtube video but then the stupid reference one popped up and screwed over everything? Huh, maybe.

[Kyle Underly]

That felt like a hi-five moment, but Kyle figured that they should probably wait a bit first. He wasn't certain if Barry's hands hadn't been the source of... whatever it was that was crusted on these controllers. He hoped not, and the guy looked like the type to respect the controller, but, well, you could never be too careful, especially with people like this.

"Guess we'll just have to see if I've got the leet skillz," Kyle said, purposefully speaking the last word in such a way as to make it sound very much like it needed to have a "Z" instead of an "S." Just another little trick he'd picked up on throughout the years.

"I've done some vids," Kyle offered, bobbing his head. "UnderKyle17. Song parodies and stuff mostly," oh, and he was nationally famous on a hit Disney show and had a hit single, but Kyle knew to tailor the resume to the audience. Barry wouldn't care about that crap. No, what he'd care about was: "Maybe we can do some Let's Plays together or something. I've tried them before, but you really need the right partner. Guess I should wait till you see my skillz in action huh?" Kyle chuckled and adjusted his seat, looking up at the screen. Thank God it was Halo: game of the masses. Kyle had played some variant of this just a few weeks ago, so he was fairly confident that he'd be able to pull this off.

[Barry Grep]

If the guy had brought his hand up for a high-five, Barry would've smacked dat shit like he was swatting down a fly in a huge Titan. Which is Barry-speak for: He would've totally returned the high-five with a whoop and a grin. But enough on that! The other boy was speaking and attempting to use some leet-speak. While made Barry laugh and shake his head. "Dude, you're like one of em old-fahion nerds, huh? That's cool broseph." Barry himself wasn't much one for l33t speak. Cause it was Barry. He did whatever he felt like at that moment in time.

"Niiiiiiiice." Barry said, but he was getting a bit distracted as he launched up a new match and the game began. Instantly Barry's focus was draw to the game. It was time to kick some ass! And even as they began, Barry's sheer skill was apparent as he started already racking up some kills. The dude next to him was mentioning some Let's Play stuff and maybe them trying it together, which made Barry laugh.

"You must prove thy worth if you are to get me to join your party, young hero!" Barry announced dramatically, laughing heartily as he blazed through the other team.

[Kyle Underly]

The game had started, and Kyle could already feel the other guy's attention shifting toward the screen. Go figure: he was one of those nerds who just got way too into the game. Which meant that Kyle would have to prove himself via skills. And yeah, it seemed like Barry wanted to verbally assert that on top of the rather obvious nonverbal assertion.

"Please," Kyle said, smirking. He'd already gotten a few kills out the gate and knew he was knocking more rust off. "I've played this game while drunk and been better than you," nothing like getting with college students and making a drinking game out of the whole thing. Kyle couldn't even count the number of times he'd managed to do that, and he'd likely do it again sometime in the not-so-distant future. For now he had to focus.

"I'm that badass guy who shows up and you just know is going to push the party," Kyle replied, smirking. He'd always loved those type of characters in the games and couldn't help but think they were normally cooler than the heroes they showed up. Kyle had every intention of doing so now. Problem was that his skills weren't matching up: he was definitely behind Barry and could see the gap widening. At least there was a pretty substantial gap between him and the rest of the pack, so he had that working for him. Still, he'd have to figure something out, or hope for some kind of miracle.

[Barry Grep]

Did that guy say something? He must've said something. But Barry wasn't really focusing on that guy anymore. He was going into all-gam-mode: a mode that most of his friends knew whenever they played with him and he was dominating. Because yes, Barry enjoyed all the games. Well, only the good ones. And some really bad games that were so bad they were good for a laugh. Although there were also just bad games and-- Oh I'm rambling? Oh, sorry.

Bangbangbangbangbangbangban-- Oh, was the guy talking again? There was some noise besides him, but Barry was grinning with the sheer amount of AWESOMENESS currently flowing through his veins as he was destroying the other team. "Look at 'em! Ima get'cha! Ima get'cha!" He taunted to no one in particular, laughing. Nope, their weren't any signs of the big boy slowing down, especially as his kill streak was starting to head over 20 kills without a pause in death.

Champion of nerds indeed.

[Kyle Underly]

See, this was the problem with most nerds: you get them in their environment and they just... yeah. Kyle nearly grumbled with frustration as the big guy next to him essentially ignored him to pay more attention to the kill streak instead. It was actually impressive; guy had to be one of the best players that Kyle had ever seen. Didn't mean that Kyle appreciate being ignored.

So what could Kyle do? Ah, obviously he needed to communicate in the language of the game. He should've figured that from the start. "Dude, you've got to come get this guy off my ass!" Kyle said, gesturing. "Probably some noob who's just learning and can't get enough. Back up buddy!"

Kyle chuckle at that before jerking around and actually moving toward Barry, using the screen to follow. "So roast this guy and we can go find one of the vehicles or something. I'm feeling up for running over some peeps and if you're as good at shooting the gun as you are at this, we'll be mowing them down like nobody's business."

[Barry Grep]

His comrade beside him asked for help. THAT much Barry could make out, as he whirled and shot the enemy down like it twas nought but a simple plank waiting to be shoved over like a boss! "BOOM! HEADSHOT!" Barry laughed before his character whirled and started mowing down everyone else like it was the reaping of the unworthy! But then his comrade was once agin speaking, mentioning something about a vehicle.

Barry could definitely get behind that! "You drive I'll shoot! And don't stop for anything man, there ain't no red lights!" Barry said, aiming and shooting someone right off a Warthog. "SPEAK of a ride! Go dude!" Barry said, already moving towards the vehicle and shooting down some other players that were trying to approach or shoot down the big man's character.

[Kyle Underly]

Cool, his plan had worked. Kyle just had to not suck and this chubby dude would end up remembering him. Easy, almost too easy. He grinned as he hurried over to the vehicle. "I got this!" Kyle yelled as he slid into the driver's seat. He managed to get things started quick enough, again glad that he'd mastered this particular part. Normally he liked to man the gun and all: you got more kills that way, but Kyle had learned that sometimes you had to be willing to put yourself in the driver's seat. And it was still better than just being a passenger or doing nothing.

Kyle revved up the vehicle, getting things moving as soon as Barry got in. The death machine thundered across the terrain, Kyle making sure to direct it easily enough. His practice definitely showed, and he ended up crowing with confidence as he literally plowed through a few enemies. "Keep nailing them, we got this!" Kyle yelled, adding a fist pump. Hey, some of it even wasn't just a show: there was something thrilling about completely owning the competition after all.

[Barry Grep]

Kyle did pretty alright with getting into the car fast and revving her up to move along and start mowing down some other dudes while Barry manned the turret and made short work of anyone trying to shoot them down or steal the car. And then they were off and OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH BOY! It was so much fun zooming around the map and just nailing everybody! With bullets or the actual car! Which happened a few times and made Barry whoop with glee each time.

"KICKAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS Man!" Barry cheered as they literally were dominating the enemy team together. it was so much fun!!!! It went on for a great amount of time before finally the match ended and Barry kept to his feet in a triumphant cheer. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Dude that was awesome! We gotta celebrate dat shit!" Barry said, turning to Kyle and offering a fist bump for him. "Dude! Wanna play the next match drunk? I got a couple a beers. Would be awwwwwesome!"

[Kyle Underly]

Yep, they were definitely nailing this. Kyle could feel his excitement feeding Barry's which in turn fueled his. He'd gotten to his feet at one point, practically crowing as they pulled off a triple kill between gun and vehicle. There was at least one energetic high five, and when the match ended and showed the completely unbalanced score, Kyle actually slumped back, happily exhausted and not having to fake either at all.

"Sounds good to me," Kyle said, returning the fist bump and adding an explosion (making sure to use his ability to make the sound effect literally come from their hands). "I'm pretty sure I can handle a few beers and all," he had to fight the urge to wrinkle his nose. Generally if Kyle was going to drink, he'd rather have something that didn't taste like old leather and creme soda. "Don't suppose you've got some wine coolers or hard lemonades or something?" What? No harm in asking, at least.

[Barry Grep]

Barry grinned, laughing when the explosion came from his hand like it was some sort of old cheesy Batman cartoon. "Awesome dude!" He said, heading out to get them some drinks as Kyle claimed he could handle a few. Barry could handle his own drink like a boss since he was a boss, but he was definitely up to seeing if Kyle could do as well. Although Kyle didn't seem to like the beer thing since he asked for another drink.

"Huuuuuuhh......" Barry thought, trying to remember. "I think I've got some hard root beers and hard ciders. Oh, and some whiskey too for the helluv it." He said, glancing back. "You want any 'a dose? Cause I'd be fine bringing them instead." Cause drunk gaming was best gaming and Barry was up for some drinking.

[Kyle Underly]

Kyle smirked as his power impressed. Because of course it did: he had an impressive power. On top of that, he knew how to use it to really draw attention, as his little display for Barry had just proven. Now he got to actually drink with him too, which would form more of a bond. That was, of course, assuming that Barry could produce something actually worth drinking.

"Hard root beer sounds like a prank," Kyle said with a laugh. He rubbed at his face, already promising that he'd get some decent alcohol smuggling into this place somehow. Someone around here had to be an expert in getting stuff across the staff or whatever. "The cider'll work. You seriously should have some of the other stuff on hand: some of us aren't going to drink beer. Kills your taste buds."

Kyle nodded and then leaned back, looking at the screen. "You thinking more of this or should I look and see if there's something else here?" There were some basic games and stuff set up, at least some of the standards for teenage play. Drunk Smash Bros was usually fun...