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12: Video/Spam: Fix this, Joe? --What's the problem?-- Ran out of time.
[Video, Private to Chris, Sunday evening]
[Once upon a time, Omar hadn't minded the Barge so much. It's a prison, sure, but one with better food and more fresh air, and he'd actually really liked his warden. He and Leslie had had something of an understanding between them: she respected him by trying not to get too much in his face; he respected her by trying not to seriously hurt anyone that hadn't hurt someone else first. He'd still killed Ladd Russo twice, and she'd still taken steps against him both times, but he hadn't felt like her heart was really in it. At the end of the day, they actually kind of trusted each other.
He realizes now that he let himself get fooled into extending that trust to other wardens, too. Chris D'Amico has been a nightmare for him, pushy and rude and disrespectful and entitled, and while Omar had seen the part of Leslie that had actually wanted to help him, he's seen none of it in Chris.
Which is fine. He's a warden, after all. Omar should have remembered that most people here weren't going to be any different from most people back home: selfish and hungry. He should have remembered that any real prison warden is as much a part of the game as he is.
Time to remind Chris what their roles should really look like.
On Sunday evening Chris gets a series of video messages from Omar's communicator, one after the other, five in all. Each one seems to be filmed in the first-person perspective, at around chest height, like Omar stuck his communicator in his breast pocket and hit record. Each one depicts an attack: Jimmy, Mickey, Letty, Dark, and Arthas. The last one is very nearly current, which is good, because...]
[Open Spam for Level 1]
[...In the wake of escaping Arthas' cabin, Omar may have let the zombies out. Like Anya said: cleanup, aisle 7. Omar darts down the hallway just ahead of the pack, one of Arthas' shining gauntlets underneath his arm.]
((Omar is going to try to GTFO, but feel free to also use this post for general zombies-on-level-1 shenanigans!))
[Video, Public]
[Once Chris picks up his communicator, Omar starts broadcasting his reaction to the network at large. He really can't wait to see what happens.]
[Once upon a time, Omar hadn't minded the Barge so much. It's a prison, sure, but one with better food and more fresh air, and he'd actually really liked his warden. He and Leslie had had something of an understanding between them: she respected him by trying not to get too much in his face; he respected her by trying not to seriously hurt anyone that hadn't hurt someone else first. He'd still killed Ladd Russo twice, and she'd still taken steps against him both times, but he hadn't felt like her heart was really in it. At the end of the day, they actually kind of trusted each other.
He realizes now that he let himself get fooled into extending that trust to other wardens, too. Chris D'Amico has been a nightmare for him, pushy and rude and disrespectful and entitled, and while Omar had seen the part of Leslie that had actually wanted to help him, he's seen none of it in Chris.
Which is fine. He's a warden, after all. Omar should have remembered that most people here weren't going to be any different from most people back home: selfish and hungry. He should have remembered that any real prison warden is as much a part of the game as he is.
Time to remind Chris what their roles should really look like.
On Sunday evening Chris gets a series of video messages from Omar's communicator, one after the other, five in all. Each one seems to be filmed in the first-person perspective, at around chest height, like Omar stuck his communicator in his breast pocket and hit record. Each one depicts an attack: Jimmy, Mickey, Letty, Dark, and Arthas. The last one is very nearly current, which is good, because...]
[Open Spam for Level 1]
[...In the wake of escaping Arthas' cabin, Omar may have let the zombies out. Like Anya said: cleanup, aisle 7. Omar darts down the hallway just ahead of the pack, one of Arthas' shining gauntlets underneath his arm.]
((Omar is going to try to GTFO, but feel free to also use this post for general zombies-on-level-1 shenanigans!))
[Video, Public]
[Once Chris picks up his communicator, Omar starts broadcasting his reaction to the network at large. He really can't wait to see what happens.]
spam!
spam!
Aren't you just a little bit embarrassed? Rao, you're worse than a toddler.
spam!
Put me down, Warden.
spam!
Are you going to walk on your own?
spam!
[There's a certain street dignity in being fought to the ground; there would be a kind of respect in that, to him. This is just humiliation for the sake of it, and he's sick enough already of this new crop of wardens treating him like a child or a zoo animal.]
spam!
spam!
spam!
spam!
spam!
spam!
You old enough to know better than to call a man like me a child.
spam!
Whatever testosterone fueled contest you think you're in, I win. So I'll say it again. You can walk to Zero on your own, or I can take you there by force. Which is it going to be?
spam!
[But he's the one who sounds tired now, as furious as he still is. He's not afraid of her, for all her talk. It's not that he doesn't believe it; he does. But she'll kill him or she won't. She'll hurt him or she won't. He wishes she would.]
But don't think this something like you putting me in my place, child. You still sound a fool to me.
spam!
[ How she has fantasized about tweaking the tail of every politician she's ever had to deal with. ]
If your pride hurts it's your own fault, now.