Major, you need to take a look at this.
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.