Post by Ryan Arcken on Mar 18, 2018 18:44:26 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lost1"]When am I gonna be the lucky one?.
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[attr="class","mouths1"]”GANK. GAAAAANK.”
”YOU NEED A GANK?”
”THAT, AND WE GOT GANKED.”
”BITCH TITS.”
Nothing like the sound of intense clicking in the afternoon.
And when you’re at a gaming cafe, it’s pretty much a given that that’s going to be most of the things that you hear going on. Y’know? Click click. Yell yell. Rage rage.
...Like, legit.
All the rage.
Luckily enough, though, this place in particular had a few different areas in its building. The main area itself had those public, common area where everyone who came on their own could easily take a chair, computer, or console for themselves for sake of gaming, surfing the net, or doing whatever. They were open for the most part, so passerbys could come and go as they wished pretty commonly; walking by and briefly observing those that were gaming out in the opening before heading off to the front registers and communal area where food could be both ordered and enjoyed, or perhaps even grabbing the attention of those who lounged around in hopes to join a game or two on the various consoles that they played on. All in all, it was a pretty laid back and possibly even homely place- especially so in the eyes of all the nerds that dropped by on a near normal basis, or at least a sort of schedule.
Those damn nerds.
They were cool for the most part. Don’t get me wrong.
...But they were stillplebs nerds.
BUT THAT ASIDE. Yeah. Different areas. There were communal areas, and alongside that, there were several other rooms that were located down a couple corridors; each housing an elaborate array of technology and the like all the same. Some of them were pretty much on a first come first serve basis that could be claimed by any group that dropped by and claimed the former vacancy for themselves, while others could be reserved ahead of time and kept on lockdown until the people that called dibs on it dropped by for usage. The quality and space within the rooms differed between those two things, but for the most part, they were still somewhat similar in contents. Most of them held a circular table decked out with gaming computers, monitors, and everything else to accompany that whole lot, too. Keyboards. Mice. All that good stuff. And alongside that, there was a pretty high quality television set against one of the walls - and I’m talking, like...the good shit, here - with shelves containing various consoles and their respective games somewhere beneath them, or maybe in the corners. Couches here. Chairs there. Maybe a couple of bean bags tossed across the carpet wherever someone or anyone wanted them to be. That, and the door could be locked, and for the most part, they were padded from the inside to make them soundproof.
...Why, would the establishment do that, you may ask?
Well, because of that rage.
That pure.
Seething.
Gamer rage.
Y’know, the kind that made people spaz and scream at really odd things? Things like lag?
A really intense team fight?
...Getting ganked the shit out of you?
Is this sounding familiar yet?
Thought so~. But yeah. Those group rooms were padded down and soundproofed for sake of sparing everyone outside the trouble of listening to numerous groups screaming at their respective games at once. ...Not that no one misunderstood, at least. After all, gaming is intense. Look at all the nerds screaming at their consoles with a weird look all you want, but it’s true. Gaming. Gets. Intense. Like, legit. Hella intense. Especially if you were friends with a group of gamers that were playing different games at once. Like...if three or four of you were on those computers, mashing your keys and mice away at some kind of MOBA. And then you’d have three more people screaming at the television set while duking it out on some fighting game, and then they start cursing each other out and insulting each other once they get a bit too into it. It was amusing to watch by all means.
...But it was a bit chaotic when the room itself was completely enveloped in unholy screeching.
And it only seemed to get louder and louder - specifically within the group of PC gamers - as shit seemed to hit the fan more and more, up until a specific teacher among them screamed so damn loud when he died. You got that screen greying out at the end of a really intense team fight during that MOBA, and when the enemy team’s clearly pushing through and right to your base with more than a minute slotted into your respawn time? ...Wiiith the same thing happening to a couple of your other teammates as they go down?
Oh, yeah. It really got intense.
So yeah. That guy. Teacher dude. Ryan was his name. Ryan. Ry-Ry. Mister Arcken-- whatever you wanted to call him. Although some part of him enjoyed the match, it was still pretty damn stressing for him, so as his cousin and another friend of theirs went down - and with his other friends doing their best to hold the fort as the last ones standing? Eh. He didn’t know if they were dead or alive. He just knew that they lost by then - he took the liberty of pushing his feet along the ground; rolling both himself and his chair backwards and lounging backwards; lifting his hands up while stretching his legs out in the process in a sign of defeat. ”GOOD GAME, BB. GOOD EFFORT,” he said in a rather exaggerated and grossly forced cross between a laugh and a sob. He spun a couple of times in his chair before leaning forward and getting onto his feet; spinning idly and lazily in a few circles while waddling and teetering back and forth on a course for the door sealing the room itself. Once he reached it, he pretty much just...slammed into it lightly. Thunk. Straight into it without a damn to give before flipping over so that his back rested against it as he pointed at the people that he was just playing with. ”SO. TOTAL FAILURE. THAT’S GOOD. SO IN CELEBRATORY FASHION, IMMA GO GRAB A BITE TO STRESS EAT. ANYONE WANNA TAG ALONG, OR WILL I GO INTERNALLY CRY IN THE LINES BY MYSELF?”
Because that was the solution to everything.
”YOU NEED A GANK?”
”THAT, AND WE GOT GANKED.”
”BITCH TITS.”
Nothing like the sound of intense clicking in the afternoon.
And when you’re at a gaming cafe, it’s pretty much a given that that’s going to be most of the things that you hear going on. Y’know? Click click. Yell yell. Rage rage.
...Like, legit.
All the rage.
Luckily enough, though, this place in particular had a few different areas in its building. The main area itself had those public, common area where everyone who came on their own could easily take a chair, computer, or console for themselves for sake of gaming, surfing the net, or doing whatever. They were open for the most part, so passerbys could come and go as they wished pretty commonly; walking by and briefly observing those that were gaming out in the opening before heading off to the front registers and communal area where food could be both ordered and enjoyed, or perhaps even grabbing the attention of those who lounged around in hopes to join a game or two on the various consoles that they played on. All in all, it was a pretty laid back and possibly even homely place- especially so in the eyes of all the nerds that dropped by on a near normal basis, or at least a sort of schedule.
Those damn nerds.
They were cool for the most part. Don’t get me wrong.
...But they were still
BUT THAT ASIDE. Yeah. Different areas. There were communal areas, and alongside that, there were several other rooms that were located down a couple corridors; each housing an elaborate array of technology and the like all the same. Some of them were pretty much on a first come first serve basis that could be claimed by any group that dropped by and claimed the former vacancy for themselves, while others could be reserved ahead of time and kept on lockdown until the people that called dibs on it dropped by for usage. The quality and space within the rooms differed between those two things, but for the most part, they were still somewhat similar in contents. Most of them held a circular table decked out with gaming computers, monitors, and everything else to accompany that whole lot, too. Keyboards. Mice. All that good stuff. And alongside that, there was a pretty high quality television set against one of the walls - and I’m talking, like...the good shit, here - with shelves containing various consoles and their respective games somewhere beneath them, or maybe in the corners. Couches here. Chairs there. Maybe a couple of bean bags tossed across the carpet wherever someone or anyone wanted them to be. That, and the door could be locked, and for the most part, they were padded from the inside to make them soundproof.
...Why, would the establishment do that, you may ask?
Well, because of that rage.
That pure.
Seething.
Gamer rage.
Y’know, the kind that made people spaz and scream at really odd things? Things like lag?
A really intense team fight?
...Getting ganked the shit out of you?
Is this sounding familiar yet?
Thought so~. But yeah. Those group rooms were padded down and soundproofed for sake of sparing everyone outside the trouble of listening to numerous groups screaming at their respective games at once. ...Not that no one misunderstood, at least. After all, gaming is intense. Look at all the nerds screaming at their consoles with a weird look all you want, but it’s true. Gaming. Gets. Intense. Like, legit. Hella intense. Especially if you were friends with a group of gamers that were playing different games at once. Like...if three or four of you were on those computers, mashing your keys and mice away at some kind of MOBA. And then you’d have three more people screaming at the television set while duking it out on some fighting game, and then they start cursing each other out and insulting each other once they get a bit too into it. It was amusing to watch by all means.
...But it was a bit chaotic when the room itself was completely enveloped in unholy screeching.
And it only seemed to get louder and louder - specifically within the group of PC gamers - as shit seemed to hit the fan more and more, up until a specific teacher among them screamed so damn loud when he died. You got that screen greying out at the end of a really intense team fight during that MOBA, and when the enemy team’s clearly pushing through and right to your base with more than a minute slotted into your respawn time? ...Wiiith the same thing happening to a couple of your other teammates as they go down?
Oh, yeah. It really got intense.
So yeah. That guy. Teacher dude. Ryan was his name. Ryan. Ry-Ry. Mister Arcken-- whatever you wanted to call him. Although some part of him enjoyed the match, it was still pretty damn stressing for him, so as his cousin and another friend of theirs went down - and with his other friends doing their best to hold the fort as the last ones standing? Eh. He didn’t know if they were dead or alive. He just knew that they lost by then - he took the liberty of pushing his feet along the ground; rolling both himself and his chair backwards and lounging backwards; lifting his hands up while stretching his legs out in the process in a sign of defeat. ”GOOD GAME, BB. GOOD EFFORT,” he said in a rather exaggerated and grossly forced cross between a laugh and a sob. He spun a couple of times in his chair before leaning forward and getting onto his feet; spinning idly and lazily in a few circles while waddling and teetering back and forth on a course for the door sealing the room itself. Once he reached it, he pretty much just...slammed into it lightly. Thunk. Straight into it without a damn to give before flipping over so that his back rested against it as he pointed at the people that he was just playing with. ”SO. TOTAL FAILURE. THAT’S GOOD. SO IN CELEBRATORY FASHION, IMMA GO GRAB A BITE TO STRESS EAT. ANYONE WANNA TAG ALONG, OR WILL I GO INTERNALLY CRY IN THE LINES BY MYSELF?”
Because that was the solution to everything.
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