He stared at his monitor as his ghost-self was shot, respawned, shot again—each death adding another hour. The green console box faded, replaced by a single line:
[ALL] xX_SgtMoody_Xx: leo how did you see me through that smoke [ALL] TacoTruck: he’s speeding for sure [ALL] Leo: just good gaming chair bro battlebit cheat engine
He sat in the dark, listening to the distant pop pop of gunfire from his headphones. And for the first time that night, he genuinely, deeply, wished he’d just learned to play better. He stared at his monitor as his ghost-self
> See you in three days, Leo. Try to learn something. See you in three days
Leo’s hands went cold. He tried to close Cheat Engine. It wouldn’t. He tried to Alt+F4. Nothing.