The hours went by incredibly slowly for me. Seriously, there was nobody around! Why the hell were we still open?! I sighed in relief when my shift was done. I packed up my laptop and headed back to my dorm.
Surprise, surprise! My roommate wasn’t home. Oh, well. I liked the solitude. Anyway, I walked back to my room and plopped my laptop on the bed. I decided to be lazy and move it later. On my secondary computer I logged into Sanctuary. Just to complete that day, a weird-ass message was up. Not only that, but it looked like BrokenHalo was pissed about it, too.
Still…chess? What the hell did that mean? I was a very paranoid person by nature. It didn’t take much to make me suspicious of someone. This, however, was putting my paranoia into overdrive. I also hated it when I couldn’t figure something out. So, this guy had just about made my day. Wasn’t he a lucky bastard?
I don’t like this…good thing I have a back-up account for just-in-case scenarios. I thought as I started to set up my “workshop.” This guy was smart and he was just toying with us. It also seemed like he was going to do something fairly big, and I didn’t think I wanted to know.
Instinctively, I strengthened my firewalls and the viruses I made. I even put in a few of my own programs and an almost unbreakable code. Too bad the eternity code I was working on wasn’t finished yet. Still, that code should have been tough enough for any would-be hacker. Since it used both Cherokee and old Welsh, it usually stumped many a person. Well, Shea didn’t count since she helped me to create it.
“Chess?” Sorry, hate that game. It’s too easy. And yet, I somehow doubt that you’ll let us off the hook that easily. I’m really starting to think that you might actually force us to play your little “game,” Mr. Endgame.
I don’t see why we shouldn’t take it head on if that’s the case.
Haha, sometimes, I was way too smart-mouthy for my own good. I may have crossed the line with some people, but screw them. This guy was pissing me off with his arrogance.