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The con was over. There were many partings, some sad, some not so sad, some filled with pseudo-violence in the form of Nerf guns. However, there was one little detail that was nagging at two of the cutest girls in Megatokyo...
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“Miho-chan, hurry! I’m about to beat it!”
“Just a second, BG, I just need to shoot down Nightwalker again.”
Nightwalker just gritted his teeth and launched more countermeasures while punching his afterburners to dodge the Tornado swarm missile bar Miho had just launched at him. She was once again proving that what he knew of her gaming ability was not at all exaggerated. And Freespace 2 was one of his favorite games, as well.
“Hmph. How am I supposed to show you that I’m the Balder’s Gate Master if you won’t watch me play it?”
Nightwalker glumly watched his fighter explode yet again. Then he stood up and stretched. “Well, I’ll watch you beat it, BG.”
Smiling contentedly, Miho went to watch too.
After what was theoretically a very exciting battle (this humble chronicler could never get the hang of controlling six characters, so doesn’t know), there was a brief period of silence. After a moment, Miho said, “You know, you guys never did tell me where you’ve learned of me from. I’m pretty sure I’ve never encountered you online before.”
Nightwalker blinked. “Really? You mean you don’t know?” He spun around in his seat, opened a web browser, and typed in one of the url’s he knew by heart: http://www.megatokyo.com/index.php?strip_id=382.
And the Church of Miho leaders once again got to witness their idol (and now friend) completely confused. “Wha~? That’s me!”
~*~
A stony look on her face, Yuki walked up to a man sitting in an Internet café, crossed her arms, and said, “Alright, Draegos-san, who are you really?”
Draegos looked a bit sheepish and said, “Yeah, I figured you’d ask you parents about me. I wasn’t really expecting you to walk right up to me, so I had to make up something quick. Sorry. I was gonna tell you the truth, anyway, which is why I asked you to be here.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Erm, yeah. Here.” He turned to the computer he was renting, and typed in a url: http://www.megatokyo.com/index.php?strip_id=123. “Seeing things like this, how could I not want to always make sure you are happy?”
Yuki stared at the screen. “Uwaeee?”
~*~
Far, far away, in the mythical land of Michigan, a mild mannered architect checked his e-mail.
--- To: piro @ megatokyo.com From: Nabikichan2 @ mt.nekonyunyu.gr.jp
Fred, Here are this week’s pictures; a lot are from the con. You might find them even more interesting than we thought you would. Some interesting people showed up... :smirk:
Good Luck, Mami-chan
Attachment: [697].zip ---
The architect read the message, and growing pale, opened the attachment. “Uh oh...”
Fin
Author’s Notes: Yo, Fred, if you’re not an artist or a writer, this is about the only way I can imagine you’re able to produce something like this.
Surely I’m not the only one who’s reminded of Nabiki by Mami?
Draegos, I apologize; I’m still not quite as comfortable writing you and Yuki as I am with Miho and the CoM. Hopefully the upcoming strips will get me better Yuki empathy.
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