Trapped in a Video Game (Book 1): Volume 1 by Brady Dustin

Author:Brady, Dustin [Brady, Dustin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Andrews McMeel Publishing
Published: 2018-04-09T16:00:00+00:00

“Maybe you should have thought about that before I called it. You can shoot the cannon, though! That’s pretty cool.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “Oh really.”

Just then, Eric’s eyes got huge. He grabbed the cannon, swiveled it around, and blasted something right behind me. I turned around just in time to see a 20-foot crocodile alien that had been jumping out of the swamp disappear in a flash of light. I had to admit—it was pretty cool.

“You gonna jump on, or are you gonna get eaten?”

I rolled my eyes, sloshed over to the tank, and climbed up.

“That’s the spirit!” Eric said with a salute. “Now that you’ve boarded my vessel, I expect you to refer to me only as Captain Eric.”

“Your vessel? I’d rather take my chances with the crocodiles.”

“That’s no way to talk to your superior, First Mate Jesse.”

I turned the cannon around and blasted Eric. He vaporized and reappeared in the driver’s seat.

Eric nodded. “Point taken.” He then flicked a couple of switches and grabbed the steering wheel. “Let’s see what this thing can do!”

What it did was accelerate from zero to 100 miles per hour in a quarter of a second.

“AHHHHHH!” I said as my right arm, which had been operating the cannon, nearly got ripped from its socket. I flew backward into the muck with a giant SPLAT. Now in addition to wet socks, I’d also be spending the day in wet underwear.

I climbed back on and pointed the cannon at Eric. “Watch it, Captain.”

He accelerated slower this time but couldn’t resist doing a doughnut once he found a clearing that was big enough. Then we took off through the level. After five frustrating minutes of trying to aim at aliens while Eric swerved back and forth, I realized why they don’t let 12-year-olds drive cars and why they CERTAINLY don’t let 11-year-olds drive tanks.

“Would you drive straight for one second!”

“I’m working on it!”

CRUNCH!

“And stop hitting trees!”

“I can either drive straight or avoid trees, but I can’t do both!”

I sighed as yet another crocodile jumped out of the swamp and ate us whole. We reappeared at the beginning of the level for the fourth time.

“Get out,” I said.

“No, wait, I can …”

“Get out.”

Eric huffed and swapped spots with me. I smiled. “Now that I’m driving, I expect you to refer to me as Captain Jesse.”

He blasted me. After I had reappeared, we set off. I was actually not much better at driving than Eric, but because he was so much better than me at shooting, we made it through the level in no time. Eric cheered every time he zapped an alien, and I whooped every time I got to use a fallen log as a ramp. I was having a blast. A Full Blast. If driving a car is even a little bit like driving a tank, adults should be way happier on the highway than they seem.

The trees overhead got thicker and thicker until we ended up in an enclosed swamp that was almost pitch-black.

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