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Shoot Club: All Our Pretty Songs Part Two: Tell All The Angels This Could Take All Night

Tom Chick | 13 Dec 2007 21:00
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"It's a good thing we're not going to a Best Buy. We'd have totally missed our chance. 24-hour Wal-Mart for the win, huh?" I have no idea where he's getting his enthusiasm. The prospect of a fantastic new game, I guess.

"If they even have it," I say. I don't tell him I called. Let him cool his heels for a bit.

"Oh, they've got it. They have to. They're Wal-Mart."

The Triple A truck appears in the distance, its headlights turning everything white under the yellow street lights. I explain to the guy that we're out of gas, which he already knows. Trevor hangs back and pretends it isn't his car. The guy gets a gas can out of the back of his truck.

"You ever hear of Rock Band?" Trevor asks, once he's sure we're not going to be busted for using my Triple A for his car.

"What's that? Rock Band?" The guy is sixty years old and obviously didn't expect to be called out at 1am to help a couple of yahoos in the middle of nowhere who ran out of gas. He looks like we got him out of bed.

"Yeah, it's like Guitar Hero, but better. That's where we're going. To get a copy."

"You ain't going nowhere without no gas," the guy says, tipping up the can and pouring gas into Trevor's Honda. "This here is two gallons. It'll get you to the next gas station."

"You'll be hearing about it on the news," Trevor says. "Just remember you heard about it from us first. Hey, have you heard of the Wii?"

He eyes Trevor suspiciously. "Can't say as I have."

"If you have grandkids, you should ask them about it. You should try the bowling. Everyone loves Wii bowling. It doesn't matter how old you are."

"Don't care much for bowling, but next time I see my grandkids, I'll be sure to ask them about it."

"If you do, they'll think you're pretty cool. Also, ask them about Halo. Kids love Halo."

We have to pay for the gas. Trevor makes a great show of saying he'll pay for it even though it's my car. "Yeah, it's his car, not mine, but this one's on me. Oh, and hey, can you tell us how to get to the Wal-Mart in Redwood Hills?"

"Well, I don't know about any Wal-Mart, but you guys ain't nowhere near Redwood Hills. You'll have to go on back to the freeway, then head south to the 117. I believe that goes right on up to Redwood Hills. You can't miss it."

He has no idea.

"Do you think he knew it wasn't your car?" Trevor asks as the guy's truck pulls away.

"I don't think he really cared."

"Well, we totally tricked them. Okay, on to Wal-Mart and Rock Band. Are you ready to rock?"

"I'm ready to finish Crysis."

"And then to rock, right? There will be rocking tonight. Oh yes, there will."

To be continued...


Tom Chick has been writing about videogames for fifteen years. His work appears in Games for Windows Magazine, Yahoo, Gamespy, Sci-Fi, and Variety. He lives in Los Angeles. Shoot Club appears in this space every Thursday.

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