[Gregory - Room 106 - You Pass! For Now…]
The young man's eye's immediately lit up at his new roommates answer, and a grin spreading across his face that could either have been insane or just plan silly, it was hard to tell with Gregory. One thing that was safe to say is that Gregory would not kill his new roommate. Weather or not she was any good wasn't as important as a willingness to play in his opinion. Besides, experience breeds skill, so she'd undoubtedly get better over time; plus, ever since the 'incident' and the NRA convention, his new caretakers hadn't given him a chance at multiplayer gaming, so he'd play with a retarded squirrel at the moment.
"Those aren't people on youtube. Those are either super powered controller ninjas, or lag switching ho-bags…" Gregory groused as he liberated one of the heavier looking packs off his new roommate and carried it too the empty bedroom. The quicker she got settled in, the quicker the haloing would begin.
"I still need to hook up some cables so you should have time to unpack, if you want." Gregory said as he set the lady's bag inside the room. While technically it would take only moments to get his 360 up and running, Gregory had a rather large switch box that needed to be set up, and making sure every system (from classic nintendo to xbox 360) worked on his tv through it required some details that were slightly time consuming.
While the some would scoff at Gregory's time consuming preparation, the young man felt it was ritualistically important to a good gaming experience. (More likely than not this was due to a large number of times in his youth where he face-planted from tripping on wires as he ran to the fridge for another mountain dew.)
And God looked down upon the mortals and said: "...wtf are you noobs doing on my lawn?"
That's the problem with worshipping the god of schemes. You never quite know whether or not you're being divinely blessed, screwed over royally, or both at the same time.