True To The Title

Game Of The Year

"Alright Holly, hook me in." Rimmer said as he put a helmet similar to one for a bicycle on his head. His vision went black for a moment before a wooden door appeared. Bright light showed itself through the cracks in the door.

Rimmer blinked rapidly for a moment when the man at the head of the group opened the door. The three stepped out from the door and onto a beach.

After getting an autograph from a personal hero of his, bickering with Lister and The Cat then said two flipping him off and riding away on a motorcycle Lister had materialized with his mind, and being stuck in the middle of nowhere on a beach with freshly made dinner plans with his friends which had just ditched him, all in one nice swoop, Rimmer let out a huff.

"Alright Arni. Let's give this a try." Rimmer said out loud to himself. He clenched his hands at his sides and focused hard on the sand.

A shity car slowly appears out of thin air, it's all busted up with a chipping yellow paint job.

Rimmer scolded himself,
"Aw come on, you can do better then that." He paused and felt his face heating up with an embarrassed flush, he tugged at his collar and cleared his throat trying to lessen the feeling he was getting that told him he looked like a nutcase talking like this to no one.

He stared at the piece of junk hatch back and visualized an expensive sports car he'd had wanted sense he was around 15.

The hatch back slowly disappeared and transformed into a state of the arc sports car. Rimmer dusts off his lapel and smiles arrogantly,
"Easy." He states as he walks over to the driver's side he opens the door and sits in the front seat. His face fallers slightly when he goes to put the keys in the ignition only to remember he doesn't have the keys to the car.

As he stares at his hand in disbelief the keys materialized.

"Wait." Rimmer drops the keys on the dashboard as he stares at his other hand. Ice cream on a stick appears slightly above his hand, he quickly grabs it out of the air before it falls.

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed himself eating the ice cream in the side mirrors. He tried to focus on turning the car on and not the image his brain remind him of, a particularly interesting dream he had the other night after hanging out with Lister.

They had been getting along strangely well, watching a movie the ships computer Holly, had recommended. It was all fine until Lister stuck his arm through Rimmer's leg to get his drink off the table from where they were sitting on the couch.

Rimmer being dead and a hologram, found it rude that he'd did that, and protested about it. Lister insisted it was an accident and he didn't mean to. This lead into an argument and the movie being paused. The argument involved a lot of Lister breathing down Rimmers neck and sticking his hand through him. If Rimmer had actual neck hair it would've been standing on end from the proximity.

It wasn't his fault he had such a dream, he wasn't used to being so close to other people, Lister putting his hands threw Rimmer probably hadn't helped anything either, plus it had been awhile sense he enjoyed his own company. So, that night he had an exciting dream involving Lister. The following morning Rimmer couldn't look at the bloke for long with out thinking about it, for once he was happy he was a hologram, because if he wasn't he'd probably had to've changed his sheets.

Hands froze in place and ice cream was forgotten as the dream came flooding back to Rimmer. He covered his beet red face with his left hand, momentarily forgetting about the keys. His whole body stiffened as a voice spoke from the passenger seat,
"How's it going smeghead?" Lister said, resting his head on his hand, his elbow was digging into the dashboard.