Monday (Gaming)

by Bones , The Last City, Earth, Sol System, Wednesday, July 22, 2026, 11:45 (12 hours, 56 minutes ago) @ Bones

MONDAY
LOCAL CALENDAR: MAY 25, 2026
MILITARY CALENDAR: SEPTEMBER 24, 2552

I’m stirred from the restful depths once more and, in obedience with my waking ritual, thumb the side button on my phone and peer through crescent slits to see the time – 07:00. With still so much ‘unwork’ to complete, I throw off the bedsheets and drag my obstinate body under the warm running water. Emerging refreshed and re-dressed, I’m welcomed by an absolutely beautiful morning of sunshine.

With the check-out deadline of ten o’clock looming, I don’t have much time to be wistful – though that’s sure to come later. I scarf down a small breakfast of chewy granola and liquid caffeine and return to boxing up the remaining equipment and supplies. As the rest of the crew surfaces from their dwelling places and begins congregating in the kitchen, we hold a quick pow-wow to itemize the remaining action items and assign tasks. While a majority of the squad handles refrigerator clearing, kitchen cleaning, and trash disposal, I enlist Cadet to assist with the lifting and loading, promoted by virtue of being the most conscious and lively; being of gentle and endearing character, he obliges.

Becoming one of the lesser memes of the LAN, the clean-up crew discovers that a singular donut has survived – earlier dubbed the ‘Team Schooly Donut’. Tempting both fate and intestinal fortitude, we take a moment to employ some good ol’ fashioned peer-pressure and convince Schooly to devour his namesake confectionary. Seemingly unperturbed and having dutifully completed their assignments, the boys enjoy some last-minute table tennis and foosball, interrupted only by one last photo-op with Snipe.

With all vehicle loading complete and the property swept and secured, we gather for the final time in the kitchen to sign the guestbook and revel in some last laughs.

We exchange another round of goodbye hugs and mount up. As host, I decide its only customary to see each guest out, so I take position next to the road leading toward the hill; as each vehicle passes, I snap one last crisp salute. Korny Munky and Syndrome document their exit and sing the event’s namesake tune –

Until we meet again, Vidmasters...