So finally I found a ride that would take me to New York City directly, but I must say that if you thought that martial artist from the other day was a little weird, then try the ones whom I'm riding with now.
In total, there are three of them. One is a musician by the looks of it, as he carries a guitar with him. The other two, judging from their current subject of argument, are a couple of retro-gamers. And although they were one guy and one girl, I doubt these two are an actual couple, though they might as well be as they appear as polar opposites to each other. The guy seems to be permanently angree and keeps pointing out all the things that makes this one particular game so terrible. The girl remained nice, no matter what the guy kept saying, and she loves everything about the game that makes the other hate it so much. As for the musician I mentioned, right now he's... hiding, behind the shotgun seat, where the guy retro-gamer is sitting. Why he's sitting there, or why he doesn't ever talk, I don't know, and when I wanted to ask him, he put his finger on his mouth, shushing me. Funny to note here as the retro-gamers never refer to each other by their first names. She keeps calling him "Nerd" while he keeps calling her "Little Missy". It is possible that "Missy" is her real name, or he's really calling her "Miss Z" (as that's a common pet-name for Elizabeth or Lindsey), and added "Little" as she's smaller than he is. I wouldn't know as I haven't seen them stand next to each other.
They just asked me how I felt about the game we were discussing, but since I don't know the game, it kind of makes it hard for me to form any opinion whatsoever. The guy, or to make it easier: the Nerd, he could not understand. He kept ranting about how it's impossible that I've never heard of that game, while "Missy" (as I'd best call her from here on in) tried to calm him down, as he should save his anger for... some critic or other. Luckily, he got a phone-call, which got him to stop. Judging from what I heard from that call, the Nerd is to fight some guy in some kind of arena in N.Y.C., that guy being this Critic that Missy mentioned. When he was done talking, to some guy named Gomez if I understood him right, the Nerd asked if I'd wanna be in the arena to see him kick the Critic's... he could've just used "butt", but instead he decided to talk about his grandmother's tits, a buffalo's anus and... or was it a buffalo's tits? Anyway, he couldn't just use the one word, but had to use an entire series of them. I only agreed so he'd stop talking. That's when Missy said that with the Nerd being a contestant, he'll have no trouble at all to help me get in.
Now, I'm at that arena, which was for some show called "Celebrity Deathmatch", and honestly I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to come here. It started with two boxing guys, one was called Balboa, I believe, the other was a Crets, a boxing champ from my own home-country. Not that I'm much of a boxing fan, I only knew this as the commentators mentioned his country of origin. The winner was... undecided, as both of them died in the process. Next came this other fight, in which some (apparently) famed martial artist was to fight... the martial artist who's murdered in Crystal Lake. In the end, one of the commentators fought this artist. The artist lost, strange as that may sound. Now their so-called "Main Event" has started, in which the aforementioned Nerd is to fight this Critic. It started funny, as the Critic began with stating: "You wouldn't punch a guy who wears glasses?". At which the Nerd reminded him that they both wore glasses. I thought this would be a fight in which they'd talk each other to death, but when the Nerd started to throw pens at the Critic, the latter got angry, and that was when the fight really began. Strangely, however, there doesn't seem to be anybody who'd want to do something about this, especially not when the one severed the other's leg or arm. Even that Missy girl, who was there with some more friends of hers, a colorful bunch, I must add, neither one of them seemed to want to do anything. Is there really no way to stop this?
Okay, so now the fight is over, but I guess you want to know how it ended. When I wrote down that question, a guy with glasses who sat next to me answered it, although it was rhetorical. He answered that all I have to do is somehow take down those two commentators up in their stands. I tried, but I failed. But then a bum passed by who knew just what to do to help, and all he wanted was some change. So I gave him some change, and he used a chainsaw, wherever he got that from, to tear down that stand, thereby ending this match, and the show.
When I was ready to leave, both the Nerd and the Critic thanked me, for they're both still alive thanks to me. It will take a while before their reattached limbs will function properly again, but they didn't seem to care. They even wanted to know my e-mail address so we could keep in contact. So I gave it to them, they gave me theirs, as well as that Missy and her friends. Strangely, however, although the Nerd and the Critic consider themselves as my friends, they still don't consider themselves to be each other's friends. No matter, I have no idea whether I could fully trust either one of this bunch, so I didn't give them my real address.
I had to find a place to sleep, so I found some friendly people who'd let me stay in their house for the night, for free. Still, I'm not so sure this was such a good idea. If people want you to stay for free, there's always a catch. In this case, I had to stay with this bleu... thing, whom they called Cookie Junior. This would've been nothing on it's own, if this "thing" wasn't something that would eat just about anything, even if it's not eatable. He nearly even ate my journal, or that metalic thing I got from England. I don't think I'll have much, if any sleep tonight, knowing that I might wake up missing something.