Snippet #2070674

The city lay in a sort of smouldering ruin, the buildings broken up into piles of ashen ruin. Innocent townsfolk rushing from their cars in panicked terror. Screams of some horrible beast erupts over the metropolis. More fear is generated; women snatching up their children to run wildly, men in business shirts with their briefcases cemented in their pale hands. Then the terrible thing peeks over the skyward horizon. It's great alien reptilian eyes beaming down at the fleeing innocents. It's massive body towering over the high-rises it's scaly claws shaking the terrified uniformed men from a busted up tank. Fighter jets come racing overhead their weapons useless on the scaled goliath. They engage knowing that their lives are all that stand between the monster and countless lives. The gunfire blazes fourth in parallel streams of bullets bouncing harmlessly from the behemoth. The great lizard rears up and gives a mighty roar. It reaches for the gnats that pursue it so relentlessly. Swatting at the jets almost idly; little more then a nuisance.
Then from the opposite side of the catastrophe another giant appears. It's body and joints forged in metal and welded together to make a sort of robotic replica of the creature ruining the city. Its eyes aglow with unthinking light, a machine given its destiny only by the hands that command it. The Robo-beast waits for no challenge, its chest cavity flips open and releases a volley of rockets hammering into flesh and bone. Blasting open large rends in the dinosaur god. The enemy's bellows of pain giving the cold steel no joy or even a sense of triumph.
Then the return the monster rushes to its counterpart crashing into the construct with its sheer weight and hatred. The two kaiju tumble over another breaking through a grand tower along the way. Sparks fly and fire spreads to the streets what remains of the military flee. Resting their heavy burden onto the shoulders of science and engineering hoping that human intellect is enough. Both legendary monsters exchange blows till at last the mecha-thing emerges, the stronger of the two. It's body shutters a second, and then a luminescence collects itself through the circuitry. The crude thing of metal begins to burn like a star in the midnight sky. A moment of hesitance and its mouth opens a beam of sheer energy pouring down on the gargantuan lizard.

"Blam-O three super strikes."
The basement of Larry's Lair erupted with equal sounds of astonishment and laughter. Cheers are given and sodas tipped in respect to the unyielding champion of Kaiju Kombat. James gracefully nods and takes his opponent's hand firmly. Slapping his shoulder playfully and promising for a rematch, he helping the confounded gentlemen to the door. With the night's event wound down, James casually took a seat and ordered a drink to sip upon. Letting the rush of excitement run its course and clear his head from figuring stats and moving plastic bits.

"Hey Big Man! An ugly little bird told me you were running Beta for one of those V8 major launch titles."
If James heard the squeaky young man he choose to say nothing. Taking more from his little tin can of frosty refreshment and allowing the tension to fall from his shoulders. Even a game played in fun can be frustrating, and though he'd never admit it, he wasn't sure he was going to win at all this night. It seemed he was losing a bit of that magic he kept just under the rim of his hat. Of course though the curious lad with the bad haircut was not content to let him rest.

"So is it true?"

Slowly the critic stood up downing the last of his drink before placing the empty can casually upon the table. He smirked at the question hanging in the air above. Knowing full well that there was plenty of people who wanted to know that very answer. At the same time understanding that his privilege was to be private and only allowed him first peek over many others because of his reputation as a staunch secret keeper and true lover of games. They all already knew the answer of course, but with his say they could open the door to much insigt on what the future of video games was to be. Today though James addressed his people in the usual cheeky manner.

"My friends, If indeed I had such an expensive console at my house. Then what would I be doing here? Now that I think on it, what am I doing here?"

There was nothing more to be said on the matter. James fetched his coat and made his way promptly to his car. No one any the wiser as to the exact nature of what he was testing, and perhaps for the better. If they only knew to what depths virtual reality was going, they would likely riot in the street before the product could be brought to market. For now it's best no one but the testers know. After all, no use getting adjusted to a product that isn't finished.