(Lights up on stage. A person is sitting in one of the corners of the stage sitting infront of a laptop, and an empty bowl. The person stands up and walks off stage with the bowl. All of a suddem the sounds of gunfire and explosions can be heard in the background. An armed man in a red shirt slowly pushes a box on stage from the side. Another armed man in a blue shirt slowly sneaks up behind him and points a gun to his head)

Blue: Stop! Leave the box, put you hands up, and turn around

(The man in the red shirt puts his hands up and turns)

Blue: Thats right nice and sl....Oh its only you!

Red: Not going to shoot your best friend are you are you?

(Blue lowers his gun)

Blue: Sorry about that buddy, I thought you were just another red.

Red: Ohwell, we all make mistakes. So uh.... I suppose we'd better stop for a smoke.

Blue: I suppose so.

(The two men start to smoke ciggaretes)

Blue: That shootout just before was bad, your mob hit us bloody hard. Poor old Player 7 is under the ground now.

Red: Damn I got along with him alright...How'd he end up a corpse?

Blue: Disagreement with a landmine.

Red: Poor bastard...He was alright for a Blue, no offence.

Blue: None taken, Im usually not too keen on people who are trying to blast my balls off either.
So then, how'd you manage to capture the box?

Red: Someone else from my team had it first but got shot, so I hid in it and one of your guys carried it back in to your base, dropped out and shot him just before he reached the scoring zone, then I just snuck out through the basement exit.

Blue: Clever. Good call not trying to blast your way in to the blue base, the human player built a bunch of turrets at the gate.

Red: Really!? Well, cheers for the heads up, were all dropping like rain at the moment, Ohwell goes with the job I suppose.

Blue: Is it...strange were not too fussed about our best mates getting capped? Seriously...i was under the impression it was the sort of thing people are supposed to care about.

Red: I think we've just been on the job for too long, never thought id get used to people shooting at me & bombs going off in every direction, but nowadays if I lost an arm in an explosion id barely notice it. Same applies to the people you meet on the job, just as you get to know someone, a bullet goes through their head and you end up wearing their brain. At first it's like 'Damn! He was a brother to me!' and you vow revenge on whoever it was that got him, but then with time you go through a lebansese family worth of brothers, and you realize they come and go. You come to understand that all your work friends will end up decorating the floor.

Blue: Its not so bad looking at friendships in that light, just makes funerals a lot easier for you if you can be arsed going.

Red:...At the end of the day were all just a bunch of killers trying to put food on the table and pay for juniors schooling. Killers with good intentions.

Blue: Ah its not so bad killing people, I made my own game out of it. 20 points for a headshot, 3 for limbs, 5 for torso.

Red: How many points are you on?

Blue: Few hundread, I stopped counting after the fifty or so

Red: You never went through the whole guilt trip thing after you lost your killer virginity did you?

Blue: Not really, I figure we all end up in the same place one day, under the ground dead & buried. Considering everyone I shoot is usually just like me, I view it as trimming the fat out of their lives and getting to the point.

Red: If you pardon my asking then, why not shoot yourself?

Blue: Dear old mum & dad put bit of effort in to raising me, I don' want to insult their memory by pissing away all the time and energy they put in to me. I just tend to think 'why walk through life when you can take a bullet train?' and I view myself as the driver of the said train.

Red: Maybe one would walk throughy life to enjoy the scenery...You know, do whatever floats your boat with the time you're given.

Blue: We sink boats in this game, not float 'em. And I don't know many sailors who would want to float a boat in this level anyway.

Red: Probably on to something, no point worrying about it I suppose.

Blue: To be honest its probably a good thing you do worry, atleast sometimes. Mind you getting all that emotional nonsesne out the way can be helpful.

Red: True, best conduct myself in a professional manner, I take pride in my work afterall! Why...breaking down in to a tears just because I shot some sod who knew the risks of his job, why get worked up when they were asking for it.

Blue: Theres the Red Player 3 I know and love! Mind you all this talk of death, im amazed either of us made it this far. Just the other week one of your snipers tried to give me a lead peircing. Found him eventually though, stuck his rifle up his rear end and redfined the idea of point blank range.

Red: Turned him into a silencer did you?

Blue: It was a bit noisy with the first shot, went dead silent after that.

Red: How on earth does that one score in your little game?

Blue: I give 100 points for kills like that one, actually that reminds me you pulled a great stunt last week?

Red: I did?

Blue: Yeah, remember that online game where that guy was gloating through his microphone, showing off how good he was and all that, calling himself a pro gamer.

Red: Thats right! What was his name....leet underscore skills or something like that. I was proud of that one.

Blue: Proud!? You headshotted him with the worst gun in the game while falling off a building, I have never in my time seen anyone shut up a microphone spammer so well.

Red: Actually that wasn't the end of him, he showed up again in the next round and thought we shoul play catch with a grenade

Blue: I get the impression you won.

Red: Yeah, he sort of unintentionally threw back part of his head though, so he did try to keep the game going even after the original ball exploded.

Blue: Good effort for a dead man.

Red: Human players, nothing compared to us computer controlled players.

Blue: Rubbish usually, although this guy was doing well before he left.

(the gamer slowly walks back on stage towards his laptop)

Red: Yeah, this Vlad underscore seventeen guy is pretty decent. Speak of the devil, there he is!

Blue: Oh crap we'd better get back to work!

Red: Who takes the box then?

Blue: I had it first!

(Blue lunges at the box)

Red: You let go of it!

(Red lunges at the box, they both start pushing the box. After  few seconds of them both pushing the box, it breaks. As it breaks the stage lighting turns to a deep blue and a windows error sound is heard)

Gamer: What the hell! I just got this thing fixed! Goddamn vista....