You're minding your own business, taking some pow turns in the trees when you stop to adjust your binding, give the zippers on your Grenade Predator Jacket the once-over, and fix your goggle-sag. While you're choosing your next line, you can't help but notice three laser-dots in the shape of a triangle on your arm. Hmmmm—you ponder them for a moment, puzzled. Oh yes, you are definitely in the scopes of shoulder-mounted laser cannon belonging to a head-hunting, angry extra-terrestrial with all kinds of gadgetry that is designed to ultimately leave you stuffed on the wall of a spaceship corridor. Better move, dude.