05-17-2015, 07:42 PM
A fan? Neal's brow cocked at the question. I played the game once or twice, but I wouldn't consider myself a fan... "I'm a competitor. I do know you though, sort of." His eyes switched between the elf-like creature and his rodent pet. He was never able to figure out what they ACTUALLY were.
"Jak. Dexter." Neal pointed at each, as if clarifying their identities. "I used to play your videogames when I was younger." Neal knew very well that Jak and Daxter might be ignorant of his meaning.
Neal switched topics, he was still mulling through the multidimensional aspects of the Omniverse and its selection pool... "I'm Neal, and... that was my Grasshopper Smoothie," he points between his cup and the green puddle, "a drink from a cartoon I used to watch." Considering the cup was mangled beyond saving, the young man tossed it over his shoulder. It curved mid-flight to land soundly in a trashcan. "I'm guessing you're a competitor in the Abyss too. You entering together, or independantly?"
"Jak. Dexter." Neal pointed at each, as if clarifying their identities. "I used to play your videogames when I was younger." Neal knew very well that Jak and Daxter might be ignorant of his meaning.
Neal switched topics, he was still mulling through the multidimensional aspects of the Omniverse and its selection pool... "I'm Neal, and... that was my Grasshopper Smoothie," he points between his cup and the green puddle, "a drink from a cartoon I used to watch." Considering the cup was mangled beyond saving, the young man tossed it over his shoulder. It curved mid-flight to land soundly in a trashcan. "I'm guessing you're a competitor in the Abyss too. You entering together, or independantly?"