"It was the 14th of August and our resident Spineless-mush was to be found at the annual QuakeCon. After 10s upon 10s of decisive battles, and an impressive mid-air frag that saved his team's flag, Spineless found that those 9 cokes and his morning coffee could no longer be contained. Still dazed from the never-ending deathmatch, he rubbed his eyes to clear the lightning gun still present in his peripheral vision. He snooped around carefully and strafed into the lavatory while gazing at his health and armour readings. But as usual, excitement followed him wherever he went. Even in the bathroom."