> I always imagine, if those little pixelated game characters had little private lives, they'd be in
> there thinking "Oh DAMN, I'm being played by that MORON again who gets me killed
> fourteen times a minute and they haven't even worked out how to get off level one yet."

This thread is reminding me of one of Terry Pratchett's non-Discworld novels, _Only You Can Save Mankind_.

The book opens with Johnny Maxwell, human boy, playing the computer game Only You Can Save Mankind(TM). Saving Mankind consists, in this case as in so many others, mainly in blowing up lots of alien spaceships. So Johnny's doing this when suddenly a message pops up on his screen: it's from the aliens, and says "DON'T SHOOT. WE SURRENDER."


Paul