Midnighter finds video games fucking boring, to be honest. The computer predicts and calculates nearly everything of interest, and the rest is a lot of colors and lights. But the interesting element is magic, the thing his computer can't do shit about. When a guy he fucked a week back uses the SmartMark to tell him about a haunted video game, well, that's irresistible.
Also, he'd kind of like to see him again.
The coordinates John gives him are in some shitty forest in Georgia, somewhere slightly underground. The network has a little difficulty locating it, and Midnighter has to work through the equasions manually, but there he is, an hour after his summons, appearing out of an expanding square of yellow-orange light. Midnighter says Door and the portal disappears after him.
He looks around at the inexplicable crypt he's managed to wander into.
"Gotta talk to your interior designer. Invention of radio must've been a helluva shock for him."
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Also, he'd kind of like to see him again.
The coordinates John gives him are in some shitty forest in Georgia, somewhere slightly underground. The network has a little difficulty locating it, and Midnighter has to work through the equasions manually, but there he is, an hour after his summons, appearing out of an expanding square of yellow-orange light. Midnighter says Door and the portal disappears after him.
He looks around at the inexplicable crypt he's managed to wander into.
"Gotta talk to your interior designer. Invention of radio must've been a helluva shock for him."
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