Starfight!

In truth, Dithers wasn’t so much offended at the idea of starting a new game as just having to be below his own co-workers in level. The idea of being around Dale ‘Commanding Officer of the Confederacy’ was enough to make Dithers grind his teeth. He’d commanded over a dozen elite knights in ‘World of Realcraft’. At least here in the office, here in the real world, people generally didn’t hold much authority over one another. If they were rich or powerful, then odds were they didn’t have much power in the digital world and vice-versa. It was a tedious balance, but one that had worked. Except for Dithers right at that moment. He marched to the lunch room and slid his credit card into the vending machine. A few button taps and even fewer minutes later, a warm pizza popped out onto the counter. Before he could even get to the first bite, Chang-Su sat down in front of him. “Don’t mind these fools Dithers. I know what you’re looking for. Leveling up, earning rank, it’s all the same thing. It’s all just waiting for your chance, right? Well I’ve got a chance for you. I’m the captain of a Light Cruiser in ‘Starfight’ and our Chief Security Officer just quit,” Chang-Su explained. Dithers nodded and asked, “Why did he quit? Was your ship too much work?” “No no, he started playing that new game. The one with all the pirates. Said he’d always wished he wanted to try being an old fashioned pirate. Don’t worry about that though, just sign-up tonight and at 7:00 p.m. I’ll pick you up at Halley’s Star Port.” Dithers sighed and said he’d think about it. Working on a spaceship game was supposedly less amusing than running a shop or bar in a virtual game. The problem being, what the fuck is the pot?