James, struck with the sudden realization, looked down, once more, towards the cracked screen staring back at him. I keep trying, and I know I usually get it… OKOKok-”
The commentary in this video was ultimate garbage, but he REALLY couldn’t afford to care at this point, and honestly? …Only to return an equally heated, bemused glower. ‘…I’M NOT taking another L, I REFUSE!’
He looked away from his defeated self. He blinks. The impact flicked the wandering stone speeding by. ‘It BETTER be the last goddamn one, or I swear to fucking christ-‘
In between (AND during) the SLIGHTLY more sane audible narration of his damn-near fervent gameplay, it was as though his mind was both racing and speaking in CAPS all at once. He knew the process by heart… BITCH!!”
The now quite sizable, rock-like pucks, drew closer; already satisfied with the systematically placed “remnants” he left as far behind on the way to his last target as possible.
