Moving anxiety:
So Mom and Dad and Dru and his girlfriend came to visit, and we were about to leave my apartment, when I noticed all the doors to the other apartments were open, the lights on and the rooms empty. Oh my god! I live in a dorm! And it's semester end! Wait, I'm a grad student! This isn't fair! But the brother's gf reassured me that I had 5 hours left, so we went off to dinner, and screw the penalties for late packing.
Epic sf:
I'm a member of either some armed forces team (a la SG-1) or more likely some elite police force on this world sometime in the future. Our team leader (sort of Clooney-ish with a definite Jack O'Neill attitude) has discovered that an alien computer/machine thing had taken over the government and was slowly insinuating itself into our daily lives. There was a sort of shoot-out (very arcade-game in feel) where we had to keep shooting these glowy balls before they fully formed - once they formed, they'd spot us and the jig would be up. After a while of this, we got our objective (whatever it was) and bugged out for a rendesvous.
It was in this entry hallway, with little tour groups coming through, we ducked around a corner, and headed up into the conduits above the hallway (it was sort of jungle-canopy-ish instead of building-interior, but hey, it was away from the computer/machine's spy cameras and we could plan our way out of its clutches.
And then it turned into this galactic struggle, and I blew up the planet with our team leader on it because it was the computer/machine's main base, and there was a cute pilot we picked up on the outer rim who turned into one of our forward agents, and wow - pretty epic in scope.
So Mom and Dad and Dru and his girlfriend came to visit, and we were about to leave my apartment, when I noticed all the doors to the other apartments were open, the lights on and the rooms empty. Oh my god! I live in a dorm! And it's semester end! Wait, I'm a grad student! This isn't fair! But the brother's gf reassured me that I had 5 hours left, so we went off to dinner, and screw the penalties for late packing.
Epic sf:
I'm a member of either some armed forces team (a la SG-1) or more likely some elite police force on this world sometime in the future. Our team leader (sort of Clooney-ish with a definite Jack O'Neill attitude) has discovered that an alien computer/machine thing had taken over the government and was slowly insinuating itself into our daily lives. There was a sort of shoot-out (very arcade-game in feel) where we had to keep shooting these glowy balls before they fully formed - once they formed, they'd spot us and the jig would be up. After a while of this, we got our objective (whatever it was) and bugged out for a rendesvous.
It was in this entry hallway, with little tour groups coming through, we ducked around a corner, and headed up into the conduits above the hallway (it was sort of jungle-canopy-ish instead of building-interior, but hey, it was away from the computer/machine's spy cameras and we could plan our way out of its clutches.
And then it turned into this galactic struggle, and I blew up the planet with our team leader on it because it was the computer/machine's main base, and there was a cute pilot we picked up on the outer rim who turned into one of our forward agents, and wow - pretty epic in scope.