(Morning, convention centre entrance)
REN: Representing the Gamer Club, miss.
RECEPTIONIST: Okay…(checks off names) Your registration is confirmed. Please head down the hall.
REN: I’m pretty nervous. Those city kids are going to be tough.
LUCAS: Stop being such a sissy, Ren. They’re no different from the usual online scrubs.
(Gamer Club walks away)
(Receptionist sighs) Noobkiller, seriously?
UNCLE: Okay, you kids get signed up. I’m going to wait in the hall.
UNCLE: It’s your contest, kiddos. Better hurry, it’s a long line-up.
UNCLE: You did? I never agreed to this.
UNCLE: Skills? I haven’t played in ages. I don’t know a thing about “wavedashing” or “L-canceling” or anything else you kids keep blabbing about.
UNCLE: That was just a few games over drinks at the pub. We never had tournaments. It was just something we did after work.
UNCLE: Heavens, no. I’m an old man. Do you think I have any time left for video games? I have a busy job and a family to care for.
UNCLE: Oh, come on Stacy. You don’t expect me to go out with a bunch of kids, do you?
Yes! That doesn’t matter either! Everyone will be excited to see an adult playing! You’ve told us how much you enjoyed playing at the pub. Well, here’s your chance to be young again! Please, Uncle? For me?
UNCLE: (pauses, thinking it over) All right. Let’s get in line.
RECEPTIONIST: Okay, let’s see…Fake Geek Girl?
RECEPTIONIST: (stares disapprovingly) Sheesh, show some confidence, girl. (checks off name) Now…Filthy Casual?
RECEPTIONIST: (checks off name, turns to Uncle) Okay, what silly title are you going by?
UNCLE: Just Uncle.
RECEPTIONIST: (smiles, relieved) Thanks. You’re all confirmed. Please head down the hall.
UNCLE: No. A lot of those kids look pretty good.
LUCAS: Well, well, the fakers have arrived. And oh look, “geek” girl’s brought her daddy to cry to.
LUCAS: Ooh, I’m so scared. So now you need some big strong man to play for you too?
UNCLE: Hmph. Kids these days. Now listen here boy. You better not be causing these two any problems, or else.
LUCAS: Or else what?
UNCLE: Your parents will be hearing about you.
LUCAS: (glares defiantly)
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 6th annual Super Smash Bros Tournament. Each match will be single-elimination, one-on-one. Sixty-four smashers have come from all across the city and beyond, but only one will survive six gruelling battles to take away the Smash Cup. So, fighters, are you ready to SMAAAAAASH?
ANNOUNCER: Awesome! The first-round bracket has been determined. Fighters, take your positions in the assigned rooms. And remember, let’s keep it clean! Now come out fighting!
LUCAS: (sneers back) Hmph. Scared, faker?
LUCAS: Ha, you kidding? Thanks for giving me a free round, Miss “Nerd”. Bring it.