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- [ Games People Play ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "GAMES PEOPLE PLAY"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- Unless someone scored, the nation was completely silent when Renegades
- played against Deluxe. The streets were empty, no one moved away from the
- television set more than four inches, and no one dared to use the phone.
- If you disturbed someone during this sacred moment, you would quickly
- lose at least one friend.
- "I'll bet you two grand that Deluxe will win this game!"
- "Let me think about it," said Reverend Jonathan without moving his eyes
- from the television screen.
- They sat in the cold, humid wine cellar of the church, Reverend Jonathan
- and Jason, the precentor. Since it was not yet considered decent for men of
- religion to enjoy certain somewhat brutal sports live on television, they
- had to hide themselves down there.
- "... another nice shot from Roger Raven, but unfortunately not enough
- for burn time score, what a drag, well well well..." screamed the hysterical
- commentator. Jason opened up a bottle of sacramental wine and gulped down a
- few ounces.
- "Three grand."
- Reverend Jonathan said nothing. Instead, he leaned forward and let his
- fingers aimlessly drum on the knuckles. His mind examined different
- possibilities, rejected some but accepted one. "Hold on", he said.
- Jason could not believe his eyes as Reverend Jonathan rose from the chair
- and headed for the stairs. It was considered insane to miss one second of
- this important game.
- The church was dark and silent, except for the light and the sounds
- emerging from the cellar. Jonathan went into the sacristy and opened a
- closet. Contrary to popular belief, he did not keep his clothes in there.
- They were stashed away at another place. Inside the closet, a telephone was
- to be found. Jonathan picked up the receiver and quickly dialed a short
- number.
- "Uh, huh..."
- The dark voice sounded a bit distracted.
- "Hey, it's Jonathan..."
- "Uh, huh..."
- "... from below."
- "Wonderful..."
- Jonathan heard the game rage in the background.
- "My God! Are you watching the game too?"
- The dark voice did not reply at once. It was obvious that the question
- was slightly annoying. Suddenly someone scored.
- "YES!" the voice screamed. Jonathan slit the receiver away from his ear.
- The voice kept on screaming in joy. When things had calmed down, Jonathan
- continued: "I need a favor."
- "Again?"
- "No resurrection this time. The thing is that I'm broke and..."
- "Yeah, uh, well, forget it."
- Jonathan sighed. "It's not that kind of favor. Not this time."
- "Shoot."
- "Ah, I knew you would understand. Now, you see..."
- "SHOOT FOR CHRIST SAKE YOU DUMB-ASS FORWARD! SHOOT!"
- It took Jonathan five minutes to present complete sentences (between the
- constant yelling from the other end of the line) about the bet the precentor
- had offered him, and to emphasize how broke he was, thus in a desperate need
- for that money.
- The dark voice grumbled. "Are you trying to insinuate that I should tell
- you how the game ends?"
- "Considering your omnipotence and the fact that I praised you more than
- usual this Sunday I don't think that's too much to beg for."
- The man with the dark voice cleared his throat.
- "Seriously speaking, my dear Jonathan, I don't know how it ends."
- "You're telling me that you're not omniscient?"
- "Just to a certain extent... NO! YOU FOOL! CRUCIFY THAT GOALKEEPER! HOW
- IN HEAVEN CAN SOMEONE BE SO..."
- Jonathan hung up. Down in the cellar, Jason stared at the screen without
- even blinking. "How did you manage to stay away for so long..." he mumbled.
- "... oh, it's Armageddon! Deluxe are crushing, maiming, destroying, uh,
- kicking the asses of Renegades!" the television yelled. The men on the green
- field threw the steel ball to each other in a furious manner, constantly
- trying to score. It was sometimes hard to understand what actually went on,
- since the crowd were able to yell even louder than the commentator now and
- then.
- Eventually the game ended. Jason breathed heavily. "Oh mighty lord,
- sweet Jesus, that was the best game for several months. I'm exhausted!"
- He laughed. "Lucky for me that you didn't accept the bet! Pacta sunt
- servanda, indeed"
- Jonathan muttered something. Then the earth began to shake.
- "Holy cow! A quake!" Jason screamed. His eyes went wide open.
- "In this part of the world?" Jonathan said and understood nothing.
- But when a little red devil came flying through the floor, smiling a
- hellish smile, and began to demand the souls of all humans on planet earth,
- he understood.
- "Seems like a mutual friend of ours placed a bet," he said, "And lost."
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