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Speaker 2: Terror Galaxy Raider by guest author Fiona Cosgrove. Lee lurches forward,
almost smacking into the closed door as his best friend
Ned barrels into him. Sorry, Ned whispers, Lee shoots him
a warning glare before scanning the deserted school hallway behind him.
If you don't get it together, we're gonna get caught.
Ned nods, chewing on his bottom lip.
Speaker 1: Yeah, I know. It's just.
Speaker 2: Down the dimly lit hall, the shadows casting suspicious shapes
along the wall. I think I heard something. We've been
through this, Lee sighs. It's just a game. Nothing bad
can happen from a game, right, Ned swallows, I do,
but he peers behind him before whispering I heard. It's
so gruesome. It's been banned it five schools already. Lee
grants back, I know, rad right. With a quiet chuckle,
He unlocks the door to the long abandoned media room.
That's why we're playing in here. He pushes it open,
waiting for Ned to walk in. Ned looks back one
last time, certain he heard a noise, but when Lee groans
in frustration, he quickly slips inside the room. My mom's
already on to me, says Lee, shutting the door quietly
behind them. She said, if she ever hears the words
down Alexei Raider, she's gonna throw my console out. I mean,
that's kind of by point. Ned hesitates in the middle
of the room. Chairs are stacked against the fire wall,
desks pushed haphazardly into corners, while Sky high piles of
long forgotten school supplies, threatened to avalanche at any moment.
Speaker 1: Ned.
Speaker 2: Lee says, seriously, it's just a game. After a moment,
Ned nods, Yeah, I do that just to Gabe.
Speaker 1: You're right.
Speaker 2: He grabs a couple of chairs from these stacks and
places them in the middle of the room while Lee
pulls his game console from his backpack. It only takes
a minute for Lee to hook the console up to
the flat screen on the wall, and then it's time
for the unveiling. Lee makes a big show of opening
up his backpack. You ready for this? Ignoring the goose
pimples dimpling his skin Ned nods, Lee reaches into his bag,
then triumphantly pulls out the game. On the cover is
a dark silhouette of a creature wearing a large brim
hat and a black overcoat, the Galaxy Raider himself. His
head is tipped down so there's nothing but a shadow
where his face should be. In one curled appendage, he
holds a squirming purple tentacle, green slime dripping from its
sliced end, and in another he holds a black blaster,
a yellow laser shooting from its tip. The title Galaxy
Raider is written in neon green, with drips of slime
oozing down the sides. Body parts and flames litter the
backdrop of the city, while a giant spacecraft hovers menacingly
in the sky above. Whoa, Ned breaths? Told ya, Lee says,
as he takes the disc from the case and slides
it into the console. The screen goes black, then a
blinking white box appears. Lee takes a seat next to Ned.
Both kids slack jawed, staring intently ahead. With a deafening
burst of flames and an explosion that lights up the room.
A heavy base surrounds them, and the Galaxy Raider strides
into the shot. He pulls out his giant blaster from
behind his back, the neon yellow laser shooting out around
him as he coins his telltale war cry no place
to hide. Your galaxy is fried. Then he points the
laser right at the kids. Both kids jump as the
bright yellow flash takes over the screen, slowly dissolving to
pitch black. Ned shivers. Aliads are creepy. He kind of
loosen up, says Lee. It's not real you sure about that,
Ned asks, casting a nervous glance to the doorway, where
he's certain he sees a shadow appear below the gap
in the door. Please, Lee's eyes reaching for the controller.
Don't tell me you're scared. Scared, Ned snatches the controller first.
I did it to say I was scared, all right, then,
Lee smirks, you drive. Ned straightens up, focusing back on
the game, a shiver rolling through his body.
Speaker 1: No problem.
Speaker 2: Before Lee can take another crack in Ned, a mellow
drum beat seeps from the speakers, and an alleyway appears
on screen. Green ooze drips from the sides of the building,
and chunks of purple flesh are sprayed against the walls.
Gross murmurs Ned. He maneuvers his avatar through the alleyway,
a dark fog creeping through the narrow passage. There's a
squelching squish as the avatar's foot goes straight into a round,
slimy glob. A giant, detached eyeball sits to the side,
staring vacantly at the sky. Ned grimaces Keep going, says Lee,
ignoring the dismembered body parts. You've got to get to
the spaceship. The raider keeps his heart in a jar
in his quarters and unless you destroy that. You can't
destroy him, right, says Ned, once again, peering nervously toward
the door. What are you looking for? Lee laughs? You
think of Alien's gonna creep up on us at school, dough,
Ned says, forcing a laugh, Of course not. The music
picks up, a soft drum beat, turning into a deep,
ominous bass that sends both kids to the edge of
their seat. He must be near, says Lee.
Speaker 1: I heard.
Speaker 2: When you get to the final level, he pulls you
apart like a snack bar and sucks out all your innards.
Ned shudders delicious. On screen, Ned's avatar steps out of
the alley right into the middle of a city in chaos.
Cars are upturned throughout the street, flames bursting from their engines.
Buildings are crumbling, with chunks of rubble as big as
buses falling from their collapsing carcasses. There, Lee yells, spotting
the silhouette at the raider in the distance. But what
about those, Ned points to the dozens of spacecrafts hovering
in the sky, bright blue beams projecting from their underbellies
as they scan the streets for remaining life forms. Dodge them,
Lee yells, quick, He's coming. The dark shape of the
raider picks up pace, and Ned pounds on the controller,
making his avatar bolt in the opposite direction. The music quickens,
the ominous bass morphing into a thumping techno beat that
spikes both kids' heart rate. The mother ship, Lee yells,
pointing to a massive dark craft on the horizon. Ned's
savatar jumps over three cars, flames licking at his body
as he narrowly avoids a flashing yellow laser beam. Haint
nowhere to bail when the Raider's on your trail. The
raider's voice booms from the speakers, and another flash of
yellow lights up the room. Both kids scream, ducking and
weaving as the raiders blaster takes ay. Go Man, Go go,
Lee yells. As you watch the raider close the gap,
another yellow shot spins past the avatar. He's got me,
yells Ned, as his avatar falls to the ground right does.
The music crescendos, and a chaotic kiss of techno beats
and pumping bass. The door to the media room bursts open.
Both kids let out a blood curdling scream. Standing in
the doorway is a giant creature, its face is swollen,
purple tentacles emerging from its globular form, green slime dripping
from its open nostrils. Its body is just a luck
of gelatinous mass that quivers as its singular eyeball stares
down at them. With a quick flick of a tentacle,
it switches the screen off, plunging the room into darkness.
Speaker 1: Then it speaks, mister Lee, mister Ned, what exactly is
going on in here?
Speaker 2: Ned lets the controller drop from his tentacles cheapishly, focusing
his eyeball to the ground, Lease slides off the seat,
his own globular body, gliding over to their teacher With
an optimistic grin, he asks, so, what's the chances you
won't tell my mom about this?
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