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