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I could tell that all these writers wanted to make me into a leader or a general or a supreme guerrilla commandant , and I figured one way of solving that would be to have a bunch of Xnetters running around answering questions too . Then I emailed the press . The responses ranged from puzzled to enthusiastic -- only the Fox reporter was `` outraged '' that I had the gall to ask her to play a game in order to appear on her TV show . The rest of them seemed to think that it would make a pretty cool story , though plenty of them wanted lots of tech support for signing onto the game I picked 8PM , after dinner . Mom had been bugging me about all the evenings I 'd been spending out of the house until I finally spilled the beans about Ange , whereupon she came over all misty and kept looking at me like , my-little-boy 's - growing-up . She wanted to meet Ange , and I used that as leverage , promising to bring her over the next night if I could `` go to the movies '' with Ange tonight . Ange 's mom and sister were out again -- they were n't real stay-at-homes -- which left me and Ange alone in her room with her Xbox and mine .