Dave swore as he tossed the controller on his knee. The words “Game Over” flashed for what seemed like the billionth time that night.
Jade pouted next to him. “Aww, you were so close!”
“It’s ridiculous,” Dave sighed. “The Grim Reaper’s the hardest boss in the game, except maybe Dracula. All those stupid scythes flying around like a bunch of drunken seagulls don’t give you any room to move. And they put in that motherf***ing long-ass hallway before him just to take all your health.”
“Don’t worry,” Jade said, patting his back. “I’m sure you’ll get him this time!”
He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Screw it, I’m done. This game sucks.”
Jade frowned. “Where did the cool kid Strider I know go off to?”
“I don’t know. I guess he took the last train to I-Don’t-Give-A-F***ville and is blasting all his sick beats so he can’t