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Charlie mashed the buttons on his controller in an attempt to avoid being strangled. It didn't work.

Bleary eyed, he looked at the clock. 3 am. He'd been on the sofa playing games for thirty two hours now. Jess, Matt and Anthony were away finding themselves on some kind of road trip and hence weren't here to motivate him with their scorn, so the only things stopping him from getting the platinum trophy were his heavy eyelids and his propensity for being strangled.

There was a loud roar from outside, followed by an explosion and some car alarms. Charlie groaned as the house shook, and the HDMI cable disconnected from his TV.

Hauling himself off the sofa he busied himself in the forest of wires, swearing as he attempted to untangle them. He'd just plugged everything back in when a man crashed through the ceiling.

“Goddamnit,” said the man, handing Charlie a crossbow while he dusted off his suit. Rain was pouring through the hole in the roof. The man took the crossbow back and patted him on the back. “Sorry about the roof,” he said, and leapt out of the window onto the towering monster that was passing by.

Charlie didn't really know what to do about the smashed window, so he drew the curtains closed. As for the roof hole, Anthony was the only one who knew the landlord's number, so he poked an umbrella through and opened it so that it hung there and blocked the rain. It was a stunning display of lateral thinking that he was quite proud of.

He sat back down and picked up the controller. Ten minutes later a trophy popped for collecting five thousand pointless objects, and a sudden glow flashed behind the curtains as a dead monster crashed through the town hall.

“Yessss,” said Charlie, fistpumping as water started to drip through the light fitting.

Description
Charlie mashed the buttons on his controller in an attempt to avoid being strangled. It didn't work.

Bleary eyed, he looked at the clock. 3 am. He'd been on the sofa playing games for thirty two hours now. Jess, Matt and Anthony were away finding themselves on some kind of road trip and hence weren't here to motivate him with their scorn, so the only things stopping him from getting the platinum trophy were his heavy eyelids and his propensity for being strangled.

There was a loud roar from outside, followed by an explosion and some car alarms. Charlie groaned as the house shook, and the HDMI cable disconnected from his TV.

Hauling himself off the sofa he busied himself in the forest of wires, swearing as he attempted to untangle them. He'd just plugged everything back in when a man crashed through the ceiling.

“Goddamnit,” said the man, handing Charlie a crossbow while he dusted off his suit. Rain was pouring through the hole in the roof. The man took the crossbow back and patted him on the back. “Sorry about the roof,” he said, and leapt out of the window onto the towering monster that was passing by.

Charlie didn't really know what to do about the smashed window, so he drew the curtains closed. As for the roof hole, Anthony was the only one who knew the landlord's number, so he poked an umbrella through and opened it so that it hung there and blocked the rain. It was a stunning display of lateral thinking that he was quite proud of.

He sat back down and picked up the controller. Ten minutes later a trophy popped for collecting five thousand pointless objects, and a sudden glow flashed behind the curtains as a dead monster crashed through the town hall.

“Yessss,” said Charlie, fistpumping as water started to drip through the light fitting.