The route towards the first check point wasn't terribly difficult to navigate. The only chasers we saw were on bikes, so we used this to our advantage. We would cut through trashed lots and residential neighborhoods. At one point, we cut through a dog park. A lady with a boxer, grabbed her dog's collar, and told us to hurry because her dog was getting riled up. The lady was totally bluffing, and was just a irritable yuppie. Anyways, I won't digress...

The next two check points were traversed by using strategic buses. It seemed like the majority of the passengers on the bus were playing Journey. There wasn't too many close encounters with chasers, for those checkpoints. The fourth was entirely different, though. First, one of my friends fell to a track star, under I-290- I believe. Then, the second we laid eyes on Chinatown, it was trouble. My friend, Dan, and I were in a parking lot with a bush/fence in front of us- when we locked eyes with a chaser. Then, all of us froze, ready to draw. I faked left and then squeezed right past the bush. The chased tagged Dan, and let me take off while she shouted to the other chasers. First, I passed a chaser daydreaming at a bus stop. They cursed to themselves, and then started after me. Next, I passed another chaser who was off guard. They joined the chase, and so did 2-3 others that tried to flank me. I kept down archer with all these chasers pursuing me. I've never ran so hard. Except maybe from the police. Eventually some hermes-like chaser caught up to me and tagged me. When I turned there were four others with him and a couple in the distance that gave up trying to compete with the others. I think that at one point, I had 6-7 chasers after me.

Little did I know, I was only across the street from the checkpoint. I'm not disappointed by that either. In fact, I'm proud by how I went down. I'm glad it took 7 of you mofos to take me down. I'll make you work for my virgin ass!