"Fucking die, you pricks!" Rae shouted, just as the game ended. She threw her controller to the floor in anger, adjusting her headset. "Are you fucking stupid? We could have won that!"

The other player disconnected and Rae was left angry with her own thoughts. She wasn't that sore a lower though, she knew she was good. She checked the time: 9:30th, early. She opened her laptop and entered the group chat between her and her internet friends. Just her friends, it wasn't like there were many in real life. Why was that? No matter.

"seriously need some emotional help rn lmao, support please??????"

This is going to be a close one... If only if I can mass rush that Panzer elite we can finally finish this match off, Chris thought to himself as he had the remainder of his heavy infantry bum rush the the panzer elite as a last ditch effort. The video game soldiers were immediately shredded by the Panzers heavy guns. Chris however was able to have a couple of them hit the dirt before having the remainder of his squads throw there anti-tank grenades effectively killing the weakened panzer elite. The rest of Chris' team was able to bum rush for the spot the special unit was holding and claim it. This effectively ended the game and Chris let out a deep sigh as I looked to his right to see what time it was. Shit its already 7:30.... Fuck that game was an hour... I need to take a break. he thought to himself before linking the Soviet Anthem to the German players in group chat before leaving the lobby.

He logged into his group chat to see how his internet buddies were doing as he liked to call them. He was sociable but often liked to make friends from all walks of life. Granted he had never met these people personally but he considered them good friends nonetheless. He scrolled through the feed to see that the only message left was from Rae asking for emotional support.

Pvt_Shenanigans: Is this a legitimate problem Rae or did you just rage quit from a match based on your teammates sucking lol?

Sitting on Runescape, like I usually do when my co-recorder for YouTube wasn't available, I was simply just working on some of my job-skills when a message box popped up.
"seriously need some emotional help rn lmao, support please??????" It was Rae.
I typed into the box after having my character start chopping oak, as that itself would take a while.
DjFullSpektrom: "Another game gone wrong, Rae?"

raeisgae: look guys, not everything is about gaming... but yeah

Rae laughed at her own wit before hitting the enter key. These guys knew her well, that had to be said. They were alike, they liked the same things she did and they got mad at the same things she did and they knew a lot more about good-quality-possibly-illegal-movie-streaming than she did. That reminded her, she still had to watch Adventureland. She thought about watching it there and then, but she didn't feel too much like it. Plus, she had work tomorrow.

Ah, the bookstore. All the could ever want - books and no customers. She was surprised they were still in business, but from what she'd heard from a fellow employee, the owner knew a lot of rich foreign businessmen. Lucky for some, huh? Rae chuckled.

DjFullSpektrom: "Well, anyway. What you guys up to?"
I clicked send and continued. 26...27....28. Full inventory again.
Clicking quickly, I made my way to the bank in Varrock once more.
"That makes 2,000 logs stacked. Time to sell, I guess." I muttered to myself. Ugh, I needed to find a new game. Or get to bed. Either one. Bed. Bed is priority. Switching off my laptop and turning on my phone's chat app to continue the convo with my friends, I made my way to get ready for bed.