Post by Tony Williams on May 13, 2014 22:43:39 GMT -5
His fingers danced over the six keys, twisting and turning the joystick maneuvering his character across the screen. Tony, The short boy sitting on a stool just to be have full view of the screen and not strain his neck, and his opponent, some other dude. "I'm telling you kid, you are too young for this." he would taunt. Though Tony was unfazed, he had played this game so many times. He knew the ins and outs of almost the entire cast, and this guy was rubbish compared to his amazing cousins. "Man, you are elementary to me." Tony retorted back. His character tripped his opponent, followed by a short jump over him to mix his opponent up, and another series of punches and kicks to put the older man into a dangerously low amount of health.
"You sure you aren't cheating kid?" his anger was too noticeable in his tone, causing the young boy to smirk. "Why? Getting your rear handed to you by my exemplary display of badassery too much for you?" His giant grin, spreading across his face. "G.G." he said all to proudly, as he pressed in a series of buttons before spinning around in his stool and slacking against the machine. "Looks like I still keep my spot, see you later scrubber." he taunted. The man put up a decent fight, but for a seasoned player like Tony he could see that he was getting eager as Tony's health got lower, letting down his guard for him to pull a reversal.
He looked around for other challengers, he didn't know what happened, for the first five player he had a hug crowd behind him, people were patting him on the back, ruffling his hair, and genuinely welcomed him and now they were gone. He didn't know why they left but tried not to fret over it, instead he just went to a ski ball machine. "Maybe I can win that Potato Cannon..." he mused. With a goal in mind he inserted more of his quarters into the machine tossing the ball upwards. A paltry 20 points earned. He took the ball again, tossing it with more force, only to see it bounce down for an even smaller amount of points. "Guh, WHATEVER! abusive machine..." he pouted, sitting down at the foot of the machine. He was going to try again, he just needed to make sure no one tried to steal his spot.
"You sure you aren't cheating kid?" his anger was too noticeable in his tone, causing the young boy to smirk. "Why? Getting your rear handed to you by my exemplary display of badassery too much for you?" His giant grin, spreading across his face. "G.G." he said all to proudly, as he pressed in a series of buttons before spinning around in his stool and slacking against the machine. "Looks like I still keep my spot, see you later scrubber." he taunted. The man put up a decent fight, but for a seasoned player like Tony he could see that he was getting eager as Tony's health got lower, letting down his guard for him to pull a reversal.
He looked around for other challengers, he didn't know what happened, for the first five player he had a hug crowd behind him, people were patting him on the back, ruffling his hair, and genuinely welcomed him and now they were gone. He didn't know why they left but tried not to fret over it, instead he just went to a ski ball machine. "Maybe I can win that Potato Cannon..." he mused. With a goal in mind he inserted more of his quarters into the machine tossing the ball upwards. A paltry 20 points earned. He took the ball again, tossing it with more force, only to see it bounce down for an even smaller amount of points. "Guh, WHATEVER! abusive machine..." he pouted, sitting down at the foot of the machine. He was going to try again, he just needed to make sure no one tried to steal his spot.