USH'S MATRIX GAME- Zion play thread.

"Don't suppose we'll ever know. Bet it wasn't too happy when it reached the City. ...Then again, can a virus be happy? I'm still getting used to programs being happy."

"Don't start with all that philosophical crap" Cloud remarks, "After all we've been through, I'd hate to have to kill you now" He says with a light-hearted tone.

"Try to kill me, you mean," Hawk replies in the same tone.

Cloud tries to jokingly punch Hawk, but only hurts himself in trying, clutching his arm in pain, "Ok....you win this time" He grins, jokingly to hide the pain.

"Yeah the whole happy machine talk should wait later. Anyways as to people not believing us. All I can say is wasn't there a time when the same people wouldn't have believed that machines took over the planet, turned humans into batteries, and built a giant computer program to contain us."

"Heck I still think it is all a dream sometime and at any moment I'm going to wake up and go to work." Berserker comments as he takes a swig from his beverage.

"Oh don't worry Hawk, there'd be no 'try' involved there...we've just got a bit of a temporary disadvantage at the moment. It won't last forever." San says while smiling.

"I shall live in fear of that day, then," Hawk tells San with a wink.

"Yeah, maybe we should get some R&R first," Cloud grins cheesily at San, before grimincing in pain, "after more to drink, it soothes the pain."

"Like you really need to look for any excuses...bit of a break sounds great, though."

"I don't need excuses, but they help to have" Cloud says taking another deep swig of his drink.

"Sounds good enough to me!"
*With a swig Burn finishes off his drink. And motions for another.
"I really need to forget those f ucking archers. God damn it. F ucking arrows... Arrows! I mean they didn't even have the good sense to use a proper gun!"

"Yeah arrows I mean who uses weapons that ancient," Berserker then remembers he uses knives. "Although you gotta admit it does give them style."

"I don't think any of us enjoyed playing pincushions, Burn..." Hawk takes another drink, rubbing a few of the spots he'd been shot.

"No, definitely not..." San says. "And I think the only thing that kept Lo Qi from being more annoying than an Agent is the fact that he actually died. He certainly hit as hard as an Agent does..."

"Oh yeah, him and his tall adviser friend were definitely not push-overs," Berserker remarks while rubbing his chest.

"Almost harder, from the look of it," Mors says, stepping into the conversation.

"That one time he got me? Pretty sure I've never been hit that hard by an Agent from just one attack. I'm sure fighting Jericho was about as much fun, though."

"Charming to the last," Mors says, gingerly setting himself at the bar.

"Who would have ever thought we'd actually have Agents working with us, though?"

"Let's not get used to it, yeah?"