Now It's Just Me
Sway took off, claiming he has to go to work. The good Col. BD has made the same claim via cell phone, and is saying he's gonna be out of pocket for hours. Two Thirds is also gone, we know not where. Boba Fett and Iceberg have also not been heard from. I don't know if they're all lying, but anyhow, it's just me, by myself, outside the Rimando house.
The stalkers are sort of sick about the fact that Nicky seems to have escaped them. I mean, they're good at this game. They unscrewed all the lightbulbs outside Nicky's house last night, for example. They're still discussing some of their tricks and theories of Water Wars; listen to what Sway said this morning, complaining about other players who lived with their parents.
"You can't live with your parents," Sway complained. "Because parents don't always find it cute and funny when strange people are in their backyard. Not that my roommate thought it was funny when she was being followed by Snake Eyes...."
And they just got embarassed by a soccer player with a bum ankle who is happy to rub it in.
Two Thirds is worried that Nick went to hang out in his club last night, just to extra-humiliate him.
"I swear to God, if he was in my club I'm firing every single [bleeping] person who was in there," he said.
They're also worried that, if Nick is really good at this, people might lose interest. Sitting outside some soccer player's cul de sac can get old. During the first part of the game, you had to leave your house to hunt other players, but Nick doesn't face that obligation, and he's a pro athlete with an offseason to burn.
"At least for me, I was killing someone every four or five days" when the game first started, Two Thirds said. "This will quickly get boring, and people will quickly be like, 'I don't even snowboard, I don't care about the [bleeping] prize."
But I think that might just be more gamesmanship. Anyhow, the good news is, the Rimandos subscribe to The Post. Hopefully they're happy customers. Although today's paper is still sitting there on their front stoop. Maybe they're like me; they subscribe but never even take the paper out of the plastic bag and read everything on the Internet.
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