Post by Gabriela Moreau on Oct 15, 2014 13:11:56 GMT -6
KittyBunOverlord has logged in...
Gabriela shifted slightly in her chair to get into better fighting position as the match loaded up. The sharp glow of the computer screen illuminated Gabriela's face as she grimly waited for the carnage to begin. Her room was dark and it was probably far too late for he to be so wired but there was no way she could think about sleep right now. It didn't matter that she had an 8am class, Gabriela was on a roll. She'd been on her 'A' game and no opponent had stood in her way. On this night, she was the queen of Team Deathmatch and she would see all comers bow to her will. And her amazing virtual assault rifle skills.
"Alright you noob bastards." Gabriela said through the headset before the voice chat lines were split between teams. "Don't cry when I whip your asses and send them home to mommy." It was a tepid threat given that it was the internet and all, and it almost sounded comical to anyone else listening that it had came from a very tiny sounding voice but Gabriela was cocky when she was in a groove. It's not like this lobby had given her much of a challenge tonight anyway. "Don't push past the buses in the center of the map." She suggested to her largely silent teammates. "That way-" She groaned and shook her head. Why didn't anyone else use a mic to communicate anymore? The games went so much more smoothly when they did. A quick check of the players showed there was only one other teammates of hers that had a headset. She sighed. "Spawn flip, guys." She called out. At least someone had to keep these knuckle heads aware of what was going on.
Gabriela shifted slightly in her chair to get into better fighting position as the match loaded up. The sharp glow of the computer screen illuminated Gabriela's face as she grimly waited for the carnage to begin. Her room was dark and it was probably far too late for he to be so wired but there was no way she could think about sleep right now. It didn't matter that she had an 8am class, Gabriela was on a roll. She'd been on her 'A' game and no opponent had stood in her way. On this night, she was the queen of Team Deathmatch and she would see all comers bow to her will. And her amazing virtual assault rifle skills.
"Alright you noob bastards." Gabriela said through the headset before the voice chat lines were split between teams. "Don't cry when I whip your asses and send them home to mommy." It was a tepid threat given that it was the internet and all, and it almost sounded comical to anyone else listening that it had came from a very tiny sounding voice but Gabriela was cocky when she was in a groove. It's not like this lobby had given her much of a challenge tonight anyway. "Don't push past the buses in the center of the map." She suggested to her largely silent teammates. "That way-" She groaned and shook her head. Why didn't anyone else use a mic to communicate anymore? The games went so much more smoothly when they did. A quick check of the players showed there was only one other teammates of hers that had a headset. She sighed. "Spawn flip, guys." She called out. At least someone had to keep these knuckle heads aware of what was going on.