Last month three of my buddies/former roommates got together to give me a spectacular Christmas present: my own copy of Valve Software’s latest hit computer game, Left 4 Dead. Of course, the move wasn’t entirely altruistic as the game is designed for four-player co-op. Since then, I’ve been having a grand time blowing a motley assortment of zombies to smithereens while somewhat successfully avoiding getting bludeoned or bitten to death myself.
New Years’ Eve, Omar and I were playing a game with a couple of bots as stand-ins for the other two spots and we thought we were generally kicking behind. I was holed up in a church belfry with a scoped hunting rifle, picking off the undead from relative safety—or so I thought. A smoker managed to capture me with its 50-foot tongue and drag me from my nest—at nearly the same time, a hunter pinned Omar. After he was freed and ran to rescue me, a tank showed up and threw me across the churchyard. When the tank finally collapsed, a horde of “regular” zombies began charging at us—and another smoker grabbed Omar! As everything was going to hell in-game, Rachel came home from work and, sneaking up behind me, managed to grab me from behind.
I must confess, I yelled, convinced a zombie was attacking me. It took several minutes before my heart rate returned to normal.
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