Killed again. The game timer ticked down. Thirty seconds to go. Like each of the other games he’d played over the past hour, the free-for-all game had been a slaughter, at least from his point of view. While he’d stumbled this way and that trying to teach his brain to control his movements, the other players’ avatars dodged and weaved with a swiftness that was double what he was used to from the games he’d mastered with a hand controller. They shot, knifed, and clobbered him time after time, and when any of the other players earned a twelve-point kill streak—unlocking the robotic swarm perk—forget about it. They repeatedly dropped him with ease, and he started to feel like one of those pop-up targets that SWAT used during hostage rescue training. Die. Respawn. Get nailed again. Even though he’d improved somewhat throughout the matches, the kills he’d scored had been more luck than anything else. His frustration mounted at each failed attempt, not because of his humiliating performance but because of the barrage of questions he knew he’d face later.
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