We moved the Xbox out on the porch and played Unreal Tournament with four players while the Thunderstorms moved in from the West.
Some skaters walked by at around eleven and stood there stunned while we shot each other up on a 15-inch screen and technoed out to a mix by Krafty Kuts.
It was proper Hackers.
It was proper cyber boheme, and as we sat in the building wind and pressure, with flashes from the thunderstorm reflecting across Narragansett Bay, and my mother screaming for us to come in, I thought to myself,
Upon what digital domain will the modern man lay down his controller for the praise of Mother Nature in the Midnight Melee eternal?
Just a thought.
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