“So what’s the deal with Barry?” asked Zara through a mouthful of chocolate sundae, “Ummm… I don’t get fat from eating this, right?”

Parlie snickered.

“No, you don’t get fat from eating,” he said, eyeing her ostentatiously, “but a bit more fat on those bones might be quite scenic…?”

Zara aimed a mock slap at him.

“Barry, on the other hand,” he said, sobering, “well… he’s been here for years, right? Almost as long as me. Some people say that bits of his personality got corrupted when he was transferred in here.”

Zara shuddered. “That would be horrible!” she said, “Do you think you’d know? Remember being different?”

“Probably,” Parlie said, frowning. “But I don’t think it’s very likely, darlin. Honestly? I think he always was an arsehole, and now he’s really enjoying being able to indulge. He doesn’t do anything too horrible – menaces the noobs, harasses people who irritate him, occasional pranks that aren’t funny…”

He shrugged.

“Damn, Barry is NOT a conversation topic that goes well with icecream! So how about – when you’re going to pop that virtual cherry?”



  1. Love the new decor!

    So Barry has a virtual chip on his shoulder ?
    Or is his bark worse than his byte? 😛

  2. I’m glad you like it! Bit more dramatic, isn’t it? 🙂

    Barry – well, lemme just say that the chip on his shoulder worked loose from the brain. And he’s about to land in a world of trouble.

  3. To be like Barry would to be like a player killer (PK) on a multiplayer game. Completely hated.

  4. I don’t get it, but I like the word ‘arshole’.

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