Reggie Grip

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Reggie Fils-Aimé. So glad you could make it.” He bent over and offered a hand.

Linnya was the first to accept it. “Hi. Are you with the DMV?”

“Oh, no. I’m just here because I love the sport. I’m actually a commentator.” He turned to Cable and shook his hand, before finally turning to Isaac. “And you must be Isaac Clarke.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Isaac. Upon taking Reggie’s hand, he winced. The veins on Reggie’s hand bulged, an iron grip. Linnya cringed in empathy. It looked like it hurt.

“I have no love for you, Isaac Clarke,” said Reggie. “Dead Space has never been on a Nintendo console, and you were in the terrible, awful, Playstation All-Stars: Battle Royale. I hope you are the first to lose.”

He relinquished his grip on Isaac, who massaged his poor, crushed fingers.

- Ragnarust Round 1B