Stay Alive

- How was it?

- I played this game. Called "Stay Alive."

Seriously, man,

the sickest sh*t since Fatal Frame.

It was creepy. Really creepy.

Are you gonna make it over here? Can you

come over? You wanna come over?

Dude, look, I'll come up this weekend,

we'll burn it solid.

- I'll see you this weekend.

- Late.

- Sh*t, man. Don't you knock?

- All right. Whoops.

- Shut the door, perv.

- I found you guys in the game. You got it good.

We haven't played for hours.

OK.

This is not real. Don't freak.

- Hello?

- Hello?

Rex?

Sarah?

Rex! No!

Please!

Oh!

- That was fast.

- Hi. How are you?

- Did you take care of the marina report?

- I was just about to.

Oh, don't bother.

He wants to see you right away,

and he's in one of his moods.

- Happy birthday, by the way.

- Oh, merci. darling.

Hi.

- I was just gonna...

- Over a month.

That's how long

I've been working on this.

Right? That's, uh...

That's 100... that's 100 hours.

I'm sorry. I'll finish

the marina report as soon as possible.

The ma... The what?

- Marina report?

- Yeah.

Oh, man.

Hm.

- Hutch.

- What?

You know what?

Have a seat. Enjoy yourself. OK?

All right, listen to me now, OK? I hired you

for one reason, and one reason only.

Now, the walk-through says

I dump the ammo and the boss dies.

I'm sorry. We're not still talking

about Silent Hill 4, are we?

Yes.

OK. Damn. All right. Uh... I don't know what

else to tell you. You got the hyperblaster?

Do I look like an a**hole?

Yes, I have the hyperblaster.

Right, OK. Yeah, dump it.

I mean, it's got unlimited ammo,

nullifies the... Hey, can I get tomorrow off?

Let me think about that.

No, no, no.

I need it to get to the final boss.

Beat her up.

It's the way God intended.

You know, Hutch, if you put as much effort

into clerking as you did into gaming,

you could end up like me someday.

You know that, right?

OK.

All right, you can take tomorrow.

How do I do it?

It's easier to kill her

without the blaster.

So lose it right before going down the

stairs. She'll die on her own. Game over.

All right. OK. Hey, man,

are you hip to this PDA sex thing?

- I haven't got into that.

- You've got a phone call, Hutch.

Thank you.

I think that's a vegetable.

Hello?

What?

Oh, Hutch. I'm so glad that you came.

It means so much to me.

Today we lay to rest

Loomis Crowley...

- Did you just take a picture of me?

- I did.

There are so many crying faces

at this funeral and you seem the saddest,

but you weren't crying,

so I took a picture.

- You and Loomis must have been close.

- Yeah, we were close.

I mean, we were so close, but...

Did you know Loomis?

Kinda.

I grew up with Sarah back in Georgia. I was

supposed to hang out with her that night.

Really? Yeah, so was I.

I always thought I'd be taking pictures

on her wedding day, not her funeral.

- Looks like you're up.

- Emma. Hi.

- Hi.

- How are you? God, look at you.

You're so grown-up.

How are you doing?

I'm OK. Um, here.

This is your brother's bag.

You don't want this?

No. Mom and Dad won't let me play those

video games. They were gonna toss 'em.

You know, they're too violent.

Besides, he would want you to have 'em.

Come here. Take care, all right?

OK.

Here. If you need to talk,

that's my number.

- Hey, sunshine.

- Hey.

Didn't think you'd be back so soon.

Give us a kiss.

- Sorry, Hutch. Are you OK?

- Yeah, I don't know. It's hard to believe you know.

Tragedy, Hutch.

I tell you, bro, first your parents, now this.

God dealt the straws

and gave you a short one, man.

You know, Phin,

the problem with your mouth

is that stupid insensitive sh*t

comes out of it. You're an idiot.

Be strong - that's all I'm saying. You know

what I mean, bro? You're a rock. I love you.

- I love you too.

- Alright. Who talks to their brother like that anyway?

- Somebody with an idiot for a brother.

- Oh, my God, you're a terrible person.

So, do they know what happened yet?

All I know that he is urm.. He was murdered -

him and two of his friends.

- That's awful.

- What's in the bag?

- Erm.. Video games, pictures, crap like that.

- From Loomis?

Yeah.

- No sh*t! Is this you two?

- Yeah.

Look at that.

Lighter works.

- Gorgeous.

- Dude, you can keep that if you like it.

- I'm sorry, Hutch.

- You must have been adopted.

Thank you, Loomis.

- So he was a real gamer, huh?

- Yeah.

- Any good titles in the bag?

- I'm not sure. Check it out.

Goddamn, y'all.

Stay Alive? Never heard of it.

Yeah, that was the game

he was playing out the night he died.

He asked me to come over and play.

I totally blew him off.

- Hutch, come on. You didn't know.

- I know. It's just...

- How'd he get his hands on it?

- He did some beta-testing.

I beta-tested for a while. It's awesome

at first, then it's goddamn monotonous.

- Let's burn a round for Loomis.

- Are you an idiot?

I just told you, that'd become weird.

That was the last thing he was doing before he died.

Hey, sack up, bro.

If Loomis was indeed testing this game,

that means it is barely legal.

Yeah, this could be nice.

- Hey.

- Jesus Christ!

Can Hutch come out and play?

Swink,

you scared the crap out of me, man.

Why, yes, I'd love to come in.

Thank you for asking.

I wanna make sure we're all set up.

So, uh...

I'm sorry, you know,

about your friend and all.

It...

stinks.

Thanks, man.

Look, it's all good. No worries.

It'll be good to hang out with you guys,

get my mind off things.

Hey. Ooh.

Dollface, is there something

you'd like to tell me?

Hey, you made it.

October, fellas, this is Abigail.

She's kind of a friend of Loomis's.

She's gonna hang out for a while.

- What's up, mama?

- What's up? I gotta pee.

- Oh, yeah. It's right down the hallway.

- Oh, sorry.

- All right?

- Yeah, I'm good.

Girl has got body karate going on.

Anyone who says size doesn't matter

never played a third-person shooter.

You're a whore.

- Here.

- No.

- What did you say?

- Hey.

God, that thing is gay.

And it smells.

- Don't worry, I'll get your back.

- Sweet Sebastian Bach, I wanna play.

- Bossman hooking up?

- Miller, you signed in? You there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Yeah now, Loretta called my wife, told her

I got caught up in a partner meeting.

All right, guys. Enough chatter.

The name of this game is Stay Alive.

We don't know much else,

other than we're not supposed to have it.

Sit back down.

Bro!

Let's do it.

- Dude.

- Put your hands on it.

- Disgusting.

- Touch it.

She's stubborn.

Isn't letting me get to the game.

Maybe you're supposed to read

that prayer right there.

- Just a thought.

- Voice-activated? No way.

- That's next-generation technology.

- OK.

"Come to me, clouds."

Whoa.

- What?

- It's... it's like a sance or...

Can we skip this bullshit cinematic

foreplay? I wanna butter this muffin.

- OK. Let's go. Everybody say this, right?

- OK.

"Come to me, clouds.

"May you rise as an evil storm

born to rip them open.

"Let the cover of night bear witness

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