Harold rushed straight home after school. Tonight was a night of utmost importance. This night is bigger than any sports event known to man. To Harold and others, this event is bigger than when Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon.
You guessed right. Tonight, is video game night.
Harold along with six other people has a video game night every Friday. They choose a different video game every week to make sure they have variety in their gaming lives. Sometimes they play online MMORPG, which stands for Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game. Other times they play just a simple MMO or an RPG, just without the other half of the anagram stated earlier.
This week, is an FPS game. First Person Shooter games, this could range anywhere from Halo, to Call of Duty, to the Battlefield series, and even the underrated Medal of Honor games. Harold and his group had all of the games, they just had to pick one for the night. The deal was they would all get into a lobby on Xbox and discuss it intelligently. The main problem they had was there were seven people, making one person have to spectate the match.
Harold entered his house and quickly said, "Hey mom and dad, game night, can't talk, put dinner on my bed if I'm in the middle of a game," then hurriedly ran up the stairs to his room.
Harold's room wasn't that big but it was big enough to have a large HD TV to where he can play all of his games in style. The room was a dark purple cloaked with posters from various conventions that Harold were interested in; space, chemistry, and wizarding. There were lava lamps which dimly lit the room to show the made up bed and the large gaming set up he has.
The red-haired gamer sat down in his computer chair that had padded cushions and arm rests for the lazy gamer. He turned on his Xbox 360 and the noise it made sounded like the cries of angels to Harold. He logged on to his favorite gamertag, ChiefMage69.
He saw that he was the last one from the group to log on, so he hurried to get his controller and headset turned on. An invite to the game lobby appeared on the screen from his League of Legends friend, roflmaogamers.
He joined the lobby and saw all the other players in there. The other players were in order like this, SilentButDeadly, BrAiNsOvErBrAwNz, MultipleMan, roflmaogamers, TheCodemeister, TheBlackNecromancer, and now ChiefMage69.
"Alright, what game are we going to play tonight?" BrAiNsOvErBrAwNz asked. The player is Cameron, the braniac who sadly does not have a life outside of his house.
"We could play Call of Duty Black Ops 2, the only thing is one of us would have to sit out," TheCodemeister suggested. It was Cody and using his "womanizer" E-harmony name for his gamer tag.
"Or we could make the extra person use riot shields and ballistic knives," MultipleMan commented. It was Mike and he chose his name because he thought it sounded cool, obviously not because he has a multiple personality disorder.
"I second that," TheBlackNecromancer commented. No one knew who he was because he used a voice modifier to make it deeper, but everyone knew he did in fact go to the same school as them so he as trustworthy.
"But he could bullet whore with his riot shield and have his teammates swoop in for the killstreaks," roflmaogamers rebutted. Sam chose his gamertag due to the hilarious things he says when something unexpected, good, scary, etc. happens.
"I third the motion now that I have an effective strategy to use, and B agrees with that too," ChiefMage69 said. Since B does not talk, whenever a question is asked he has to message someone his response. That explains his gamertag, SilentButDeadly.
"So basically we all agree on playing Call of Duty now that Sam has given us an effective strategy to use," Mike commented. As soon as his statement ended, everyone in the lobby hopped onto Call of Duty Black Ops 2. "Guess that answers my question!"
Geoff was busy making sure everything for the party was good tonight. He double checked his pizza order, he called all the people who were assigned to bring pop and other kinds of drink, and he set an alarm so he could call Bridgette and see if she were coming tonight. He had the number memorized at this point because he was so excited for her to come.
DING DONG! DING DONG! The doorbell rang twice, signaling Geoff that his fellow party planner is now here. The party captain ran over to the door and opened it, showing Trent with two 24-packs of canned pop.
"Dude, excellent drinkage," Geoff stated grabbing both the cases from Trent.
"Thanks man, anything to help out the best party of the year," Trent replied walking into the gigantic house. The front room was one of the rooms you'd see in mansions. A large ceiling that held a chandelier that hung above a staircase that circled the room. Geoff's parents were ridiculously rich due to their jobs as a secretary and an astrophysicist.
"I can never believe how your parents let you throw huge parties here," Trent said admiring the huge front room.
"Well my parents never partied much until they got into college, then they instantly regretted not living the life of the party beforehand! They did not want me to be the same way, so they made my parties huge and it stuck with my bro!" Geoff excitedly explained as they walked into the kitchen.
The kitchen was just as glamorous if not more as the front room. There was every kind of appliance needed for a master chef in there. A state of the art oven, stove, and microwave even. The counter was made out of the prettiest marble, colored a shiny gold. The appliances were all stainless steel and magnificent for making food.
"Should I grill up some burgers and hot dogs for tonight," Geoff asked placing the drinks in the refrigerator.
"I think you should just in case someone doesn't like pizza for some reason, I can go ahead and get that started for you if you want man," Trent replied leaning back on the counter.
"Bro that'd be so chill if you could! I'm waiting on a timer to go off so I could call someone," Geoff said pulling out the frozen burgers and dogs and throwing them to Trent.
He caught the food with ease then asked, "Are you gonna call that new girl you had your eye on?"
"Maybe so, maybe not," Geoff teased. The alarm started ringing causing Geoff's eyes to widen with excitement. "Gotta go!"
Geoff ran upstairs to call Bridgette and make sure she was coming leaving Trent to cook the food. He started laughing as he headed outside to turn on the grill and cook up some food.
After running as fast as he could to his room, Geoff whipped out his phone at breakneck speed and dialed Bridgette's number. The dial tone caused his anxiety to grow.
"Oh God what if she doesn't want to come because I freaked her out earlier," Geoff thought out loud. His anxiety grew even more during the second ring. After the third one he imagined himself growing old and alone. After the fourth one he looked in the mirror in his room and saw himself as the older version he was imagining.
"I DON'T WANNA BE OLD AND ALONE!" Geoff yelled with the phone right up to his mouth.
"So that's why you throw parties, you don't want to be alone," Bridgette's voice rang through the phone calming Geoff's nerves immensely. He then snapped out of his anxiety attack so he could respond.
"Uhhh ch'yeah! Parties bring out all your friends and stuff. Even if people aren't your friends they will by the end of the night!" the party animal exclaimed laying back on his bed.
"I see what you mean. So are you going to ask me to your party or nah?" Bridgette asked teasing Geoff a little.
"Oh yeah! Do you want to come to my party?" he asked nervously.
"I'm bringing some of the friends I made today if that's fine," she responded noticing the nerves in his voice.
"That is perfectly fine! This is going to be one rocking party! I can't wait until you meet all of my friends cause they are all so awesome!" Geoff started to ramble on.
"I bet, but I got to get ready. I'll see you at the party!" Bridgette said hanging up the phone. Geoff on the other hand continued to ramble on and on without realizing Bridgette hung up. He was love struck, what else would a guy do.
"Alright, so I have gathered you all here today to inform you of a very important prank we are going to pull on a teacher at the school," Duncan said addressing all the people he had on his list in the front yard of his house.
"What're we gonna do, put a whoopee cushion under his chair?" Scott sarcastically asked.
"Shut up redneck or I'm going to beat you until your neck is actually red," Duncan retorted quickly. Scott held up his hands in defense in case the delinquent did try to beat him. "Anyways, some of you know how I was given detention in the dreaded janitor's closet on the freshman hall."
This statement caused gasps in the group as others really just didn't care.
"Well, I found a lot of useful things we could use against 'Grand Master Chef,'" he continued holding up a bag full of materials. "Check it out." He threw the bag on the ground displaying the items within it. There was a whip, a ball gag, a bottle labeled "Liquid Ass Spray," a Chinese Finger Prank, and much more.
"What do you want us to do with these," Gwen asked carefully picking up the "Liquid Ass Spray."
"I want everyone to take one of the prank materials laid out in front of you. Over the weekend, I am going to send out a mass email of what the plan is. As of right now, I want everyone to pick out something that they would definitely know how to use," Duncan said spreading out more materials.
"An idea I could already tell you, is if someone uses a whoopee cushion on Chef, that "Liquid Ass Spray" stuff makes the area smell twice as worse as a fart," Jo explained.
"I can convince Sergeant Chef to use this Chinese Finger Trap so that way he can't do anything about the smell and noise," Brick reluctantly said. He didn't like doing things out of line, but Jo was making him due this because Jo found out a very embarrassing secret about him.
"Then when Chef tries to run to the bathroom to see if he has…well wrecked himself, we could use the whip and gag to leave him a surprise in the bathroom," Gwen said smirking malevolently.
Staci started rambling on, "I can tell Chef about my great great ancestors who invented pranks because one time they got-"
"NO ONE CARES" Eva angrily yelled spraying the fart spray in Staci's face. The exaggerator's eyes got wide as she took a whiff of the spray. They then watered immensely as her cheeks puffed up to prevent throwing up due to the awful smell.
"This is going to be, one of the absolute best pranks ever," Duncan laughed evilly while rubbing his hands together. "Now, when Monday comes around, everyone meet in detention to implement the prank. You're dismissed recruits!"
"Alright here's the plan. Right in the middle of the party, we're going to streak through the entire house. We're going to start in the front room, go straight through the kitchen into the backyard, and then cannonball into the pool and splash absolutely everyone!"
"Are we going to eat the food?"
"Yes we can eat as much food as we can grab as long as we don't stop moving because they will try to stop us!"
"Foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood."
A/N: Well that's the chapter for today! You get a little taste of what is going to happen in the next couple of chapters! Let's just see where this goes! Hope you enjoyed and please review to give me constructive criticism or just to tell me you enjoyed this chapter! It provokes me to continue this story!