“MMOs are… a little more complicated,” Thinker said carefully.
“Complicated how?” Jack shrugged. “The whole point of the game was the monsters acted like they were real, right? Hit anything hard enough, it’ll go down.”
From the polite mask Yulier’s face froze into, she didn’t think so.
Even Thinker’s good humor seemed to slip. “Oh,” he said thoughtfully. “Leeroy Jenkins.”
Silence rippled outward through the ward. Jack caught darting glances, the way people followed Thinker’s gaze and stance and looked.
Conversations started up again, but it looked like the damage had been done.
What the heck just happened?
Though on the gut-level where Jack commanded, he knew what had just happened. Two words, and Thinker had both affirmed his status as a leader qualified to make decisions for the whole Aincrad Liberation Force, and identified one particular colonel as dangerous.
So what’d he say, and why did it work? “Somebody you lost in the game?” Jack said casually.
“He was never in SAO. Lucky for him.” Thinker’s smile was just a little crooked. “Try searching online. You’ll find him. People like him… we lost most of them in the first month. Fortunately. If you’ll excuse us, I want to go check on some of the younger affiliates…. ”
Jack closed ranks with Daniel as the gamers peeled off, tilted his head toward Janet so they headed back that way. Frazzled as the doc looked, she might appreciate some backup. “What the heck did he just do?”
“Told everybody that you’re not the boss of him,” his archaeologist said under his breath. “Jack. It sounds like the game was way more complicated than killing monsters. We need more information before we tell them how simple it was.”
“So they had bits where they talked to things in the game,” Jack said, just as quiet. “Still doesn’t change the laws of physics-”
“Says the guy who snickered when Iron Man blew through an F-15 without even bruises.”
Right. Not going there. “Game or no game,” Jack stated. “Sharp and pointy hits flesh, even computer flesh, bad guy goes down. We saw that.”
“We saw what the guy who sent that message wanted us to see.” Blue eyes were dark, worried. “Video editing, Jack. How much didn’t we see?”
And for anybody who wants to check out better shiny pics than I got onto the blog….