Chapter 80
It took a while to get Cassandra calmed down. If Virgil hadn’t totally disintegrated to a greasy spot on the dry earth, she would have torn him limb from limb. As it was, Cassandra of Troy spent five precious minutes cursing and stomping his greasy spot to oblivion before Dana could get her into the RV.
Dana shoved Cassandra into one chair in front of Tee’s computer, dragged over another for herself, and logged on.
Cassandra didn’t change appearance when they crossed into the Chraze game grid. She looked the same right down to the angry glare. Come to think of it, Tee hadn’t either. And she was close enough to her own body to be a little surprised. Jeremy had made it so that each person remained themselves in this game instead of a murderous green alien or a prim Polly Purebr
