[Owen is wandering the halls of the ship, sipping at a brown drink he can only hope is nutritious. It's a bit like being in the Beverly Center, only this place is nearly deserted and the few people he has encountered insist that they're drifting through space.
He enters the game room and beelines for a first-person shooter he's never heard of. If he's suddenly in a Sci-Fi film, he ought to become a proper marksman. Ridiculous.
After a few minutes, his score is already in the millions. Owen doesn't question it, though he hasn't touched a video game in years. He continues to blast virtual flying pigs to bits.]
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He enters the game room and beelines for a first-person shooter he's never heard of. If he's suddenly in a Sci-Fi film, he ought to become a proper marksman. Ridiculous.
After a few minutes, his score is already in the millions. Owen doesn't question it, though he hasn't touched a video game in years. He continues to blast virtual flying pigs to bits.]