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Tell the USS Enterprise they have no match

In Good times, Narratives, Summer on 4 June 2010 with 4 comments

We were supposed to be eight, but the other guy was in the province and chose country life over futuristic experience. photo (c) Minky Manalo

On June 1st, my friends and I went to Market! Market! for a mission — to play laser tag. At about four in the afternoon, we were taken inside a Star Trek-like room with sliding doors and neon lights. While we fascinate our imagination, the monitor in front of us began to talk. I thought we were going to be transported into another dimension in warp speed but the purpose of the talking monitor was to explain the mechanics and rules of the game. Besides our group, there were two little twin Japanese boys with their daddy and two other guys which the other one, who was wearing round glasses, looked like my high school batchmate.

When the monitor finished explaining, another sliding door opened and behold, in front of us was a hall where vests and guns were hanged at the walls. My friends and I were divided into two teams — the pink team and the blue team. Another sliding door opened and we marched ourselves into the battle arena.

A few seconds later, the battle began. Our vests began to light up and our guns were activated. Suddenly, out of astonishment, my vest was deactivated. I was shot, probably at the back. I looked around and saw foreign kids scurrying around us. The arena was dark and was only illuminated with neon lights. I decided to get into position, duck behind a wall and shoot an opponent.

A guy began marching towards me and I sensed he was shooting me, but my vest and my artillery weren’t deactivated. I suddenly recognized him and the lights on his vest. “Stop killing me, we’re team mates!” I told my friend.

I moved around, went up the terrace, hid on a surface and began shooting random opponents. The whole arena was filled with laser lights and futuristic explosions. Halfway through, I started to hyperventilate. I was sweating so hard and I faced my greatest enemy that made me defenseless for so many times during the battle — my shoelaces.

In the end, our bodies were wet of sweat, but I imagined it was blood since I was shot eighty-four times and to uplift the experience to the maximum degree of futuristic intensity. The scores were published just as we left the hall of the engines of laser war. I scored 4000, ranked 13 out of 21 players, and my team placed third.

It was a great time to end my summer vacation and I think I can hear an encore. And while there’s a sinkhole in Guatemala, my friends and I are planning to execute another laser war.

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