“An enemy is legendary!”
As those words were exclaimed by her headphones, the woman stared at the black and white screen on her monitor. A countdown from 50 starting in front of the portrait of her game character. Her teeth would silently grind as she breathed in and out trying to contain her pain, her bare legs moving impatiently matching the rythim that the numbers counted down. And count down they did
38…
36…
35…
“I can’t do it alone!” A voice was hear, a human one this time. “Just clean the wave! Please please please” The woman exclaimed holding the monitor with both hands, as if it would somehow change the outcome she got for herself.
“HOW!?” The male voice coming from the computer just got more and more exhasperated. “Press buttons! Any button! Please!” A loud laugh came together with almost crying sobs matched by the sound of mouse clicks and desperate keyboard smashing… And, as showed by the red characters in the screen dancing and laughing, pressing buttons didn’t work.
As her friend made her company in the gray screen club, her eyes darted to the red countdown, nothing else happening in her mind. Eyes already tired almost burning from the proximity to the monitor screen
22…
20…
13…
The countdown kept ticking and the woman kept looking as if a miracle was bound to happen, it had to happen. What would she do if she lost that videogame match? Her precious made up internet points becoming lower made up internet points… “Aw man, just FF this… We’ve been loosing for forty minutes dude!” As her supposedly friend complained, the forfeit vote started to fill up, only a red mark stopping it from being complete “Why did you vote no!? You are not winning this! It’s unwinnable!”
8…
“Why do I care?... Where’s my happiness? Where’s my honor as a player?” Her voice echoed through her microfone as emotes and other frivolous images were shown by her opponents, her enemies. A toughness in her contrasting with her past demeanor as she’d adjust her back on that chair “ten minutes queue, three dodges on champion select, two afk’s and forty minutes of a match… Thrown to the wind, same wind that extinguished your flame” her hand placing itself on the mouse, the other one on the keyboard, and her eyes, on the win
4…
“I don’t want shadows anymore! I’m tired of the gray screen and even if no one eles will fight”
3…
2…
1…
“I still know it’s winnable!” Her voice echoing in the minds of her neighbours, inspiringly knocking the floor of her apartment with a broom, showing they supported her. That woman knew she could do it, late game was hers to dominate, and that’s what she was going to do
Skill shot’s are not a problem, if they need to hit I’m able to dodge! Her toughts flaming through as the enemies commemorated an already won game, giving her just enough time to get out of her team’s base, popping her spell making her character speed through the enemies.
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An agile press of buttons made as she dashed in the direction of the enemy backline, their dps using their own mobility spell to teleport away in a flash of light, their character starting the animation for a powerful blast of magic ash she turned her attention to the enemy tank, making a protective zone around herself as the magic ray flies through her immune body
The enemy starts to charging a powerful axe slam as her weapon slashes at him refunding dashe’s cooldown. Normally, it wouldn’t be enough but at the forty minute mark all of them gathered enough levels and itens to make cooldowns negligible, so she dashes once more out of his range, dealing three more cut’s at the brute’s body, fully stacking her skill and slicing through his healthbar one last time.
She quickly ran to the ranged character in front of her, as the enemy tank followed them in his undead form and the support tried to paralyze her before being stopped by her standing in the edge of her protective barrier, a projectile flying through both characters as her healthbar slightly filled up.
Another press of a button entailed in the second cast of her skill, a slightly more powerful surge of blue projectiles that finished the enemies DPS as he tried to walk alway through the slow effect on her skill. The enemy assasin quickly darted to the comossion as she stacked her skill on the walking corpse of the tank casting it in conjuctionwith her dash, the support tried to protect itself with an anti magic shield, but she used the slow effect to snap them on the sweetspot of the cast, dealing true damage and finishing them
The tank’s reviving passive also faded with his second health bar, but, her barrier ran out of time, dismantling itself as the assasin’s dagger pierced her body, the ninja flowing at her with great speeds preparing a surge of daggers as a button was pressed and her character turned golden. Becoming immune to all damage, but paralyzed
As the effect wears off, the assasin hides in their shroud, preparing their next move. As she get’s control of her character back, her oponent gets out of the mist preparing an attack at her as she dodges the surge of daggers in a pinch, attacking her enemy and missing a cast of her slicing attack as a singular dagger is thrown with the ninja jumping back, and as they darted in a straightline to the kunai in her body a third cast of her ultimate ability finishes off her oponent
With enemies locked in the gray jail, she darted through the red team’s troops in the direction to their base. If she was able to break the crystal in the edge of their side she could secure the win for her and her friend, the blue screen already showing itself under her eyes.
She’d tank the damage the protective turrets deat to her, melting through them as that sweet crystal showed itself. With her four teammates dead, she was the only hope they had. And, as she slices through that inanimate virtual object and typed GG in chat. The camera finally, after almost an entire hour, zooms out…
“Defeat!”
As the game’s camera flies to her base showing the invisible enemy character that used his spell to teleport to her base, the thing that really shook her, was seeing her teammate dancing in their spawn, together with the enemy that lost them the game. She presses continue, and the game window closes, shooting her back to it’s client.
She’d give her friend an honor, a simple button press showing amusement in playing with a specific teammate, staring at the edge of the screen expectantly waiting as a small heart popped out and her friend honored her back, a quiet sigh leaving from her
A few silent moment’s passed as she heard the third, previously laughing voice state: “Can’t end on a loss?” And as she giggled at the invite of a next match, her hands fiercely moved matching the fire in her eyes to the button’s alt + f4
As the game client forcibly closed she readied her hand on the power button on her pc as her voice went through the mic “Sometimes we need to know when to end on a loss guys. Goodnight, goodby-” Her words interrupted by the sudden pressing of the button. Shutting her computer off as she flew from the chair to her bed
She took the smaller than normal pile of clothes, changing places with them as they went back to the chair as she went back to the bed, and sighed, her fan being the only other sound in the room
Looking at the ceiling she’d think to herself for quite some time, covering her body with her thin light sheets, she closed her eyes and muttered to herself “I might need to change games”