A: you’ll never catch me!
B: bold and words for some in BFG range
As the human pulls the trigger a stream of foam balls fly across the room
C: what does BFG stand for anyway?
B: Big Foam Gun, what else?
C: well I thought it was Big F****** Gun, but that works too. -- Anon Guest
"Well, that's what it used to stand for, pre-Shattering or something. I think. I'm not that up on my entertainment history. Most of it I absorbed from a real nerd who kept using ancient memes as comedy. Hardly anyone could understand him. We weren't allowed to swear so... big foam gun. It's friendlier."
This was an extremely Deathworlder definition of 'friendlier'. These were a band of people for whom play, hunting, and combat were inextricably linked. For them, a toy firearm that shot out soft foam balls at low velocity was fun. Their smallest children, just getting the hang of bipedal motion, could and would use them in simulated combat.
It took some levels of Havenworlders some significant time to get used to that. Humans, usually warned about the relative fragility of Havenworlders, were generally polite and kept their games to themselves until a briefing could occur. Such a briefing allowed the use of Human Brea's "BFG", provided warnings were issued for those unsure of their own offensensitivity. Which was why Companion Zin was watching the Ships' Humans at their play.
This was a game they called Combat Pro Tag. There was an obstacle course, and one person with the aforementioned "BFG". Getting hit with a foam projectile rendered the 'prey' players as 'killed' while the 'hunter' had to avoid 'prey' getting close enough to touch them. There were other rules, including 'base' and who became 'it', and so on, but it was a very typically Human game.
The Humans were laughing as they threw themselves around the obstacles and dodged projectiles, which were also hazards for all players on the field of play. They may be soft and squishy, but they were also big enough to upset an unwary runner. This, thanks to the padded surfaces on the field, were a source of great hilarity.
Well. Hilarity for the players. Companion Zin was not too certain how hilarious this spectacle was. Deathworlders at play were almost as frightening as Deathworlders in combat.
"KING OF THE HILL!" Roared one Human who had clambered up to the highest platform. "DEATH FROM ABOVE!"
"Damnit Dale! No kings this round! You're out of bounds!"
Instead of fighting over this, Dale audibly pouted and went voluntarily into the penalty box.
Humans. If they weren't insane, they were doing a remarkably accurate impersonation of it.
[Image (c) Can Stock Photo / Kamensky]
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