This choice: Abigail Thorsen - The Competitive Gamer • Go Back... You couldn't help but wonder just what it was that Abby wanted this time. After all, you remembered the last time you had gotten a text from her just out of the blue like this. It was to just to get a rematch with you in one of her new games you happened to best her in, the loss like all of them, did not settle well with the good natured girl. It wasn't rare when you or anyone for the matter beat her, whether it be on the console or PC, but when it happened, you could almost see the meltdown happening in her brain. With a sigh, you hoped it wasn't the case this time, your mind already having been made it that you would just let her win if it was, just to be done with it.
Fortunately, as you arrived and knocked on her door, you were both surprised by the fast response. You having not even finished what you felt was a fair amount of knocks before the door swung open. Though surprised you would also be relieved, due to Abby having a clear smile on her face, not the face of a grump looking to even a score. Though you could also spy something out of place, in her hands she held the newest model of her favorite consoles version of gun. A small handheld and futuristic looking thing, a design choice to be cutting edge from the company no doubt. You couldn't help but wince as you spied in, fearing the worst that Abby had something else in store for you, which to be fair, you weren't completely wrong with that thought.
Before you could even question this, you would have the happy young woman grab you by the arm and drag you into the room. You of course going along with it as she didn't have the strength to pull you around. Once inside, Abby would be quick to shut the door behind you, sealing you inside. Though none of it had struck you as weird, after all, she did this all the time, and it wasn't the first time you had seen this room. Even so, you couldn't help but look around it in envy. The well off girl who's family not only has the money for, but also the influence to allow for Abby to have her own room, no room mate in sight. It was a luxury that you couldn't help but turn green over every time you walked in this room.
Abby's room likewise was a total mess, discarded clothing littered the floor, empty soda cans on her desk, the type of things which would never be approved by a room mate who had to share these four walls. A freedom for her which would also grant her to do what she wanted with her time, and it seemed she had accomplished something with the grin that she wore. "You won't believe it!" She started out, excited, clasping her hands together around the grip of the gun/controller. An excited outburst which would only get you to sarcastically roll your eyes with a scoff. "What highscore did you beat this time?" You couldn't help but ask with a chuckle, sure with yourself this was what it was all about.
Sure enough, you had expected this girl to go off in a tangent about that very topic, but instead she would simply be quiet, a sly grin forming on her lips as she could sense your sarcasm. This left you confused as she didn't say anything, instead she simply smiled, almost with intent in her eyes. "Let's play a game." She would reply simply. Something which would have gotten you to shrug your shoulders with an the word ofcourse following closely. But you would be simply left too puzzled by her actions as she raised the gun up and pointed it at you, and soon what you saw was a bright light shooting from the end.
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