𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐍-𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 [Kozume Kenma]

36. PROBLEM(S)

~ SHIRO ~

I tossed my phone onto my bed with a sigh. I guess I'll be going solo tonight.

It was only seven and, not to mention, a Friday night. Seeing as I had no real social life, I didn't have activities scheduled other than gaming. And honestly, I didn't particularly mind. In fact, I preferred this lifestyle. But when you've gotten used to playing with a partner, playing by yourself was just sad. And harder. A lot harder.

Nevertheless, I entered a ranked game. I had already taken the liberty to warmup in casual lobbies beforehand and I wasn't going to let that time go to waste. Who needed teammates anyways? All I had to do was carry like I used to. Even if my team was dead weight, if I could carry hard enough, I would still be able to say "ez dubs". In FPS games like this, there was no such thing as bad RNG.

And that was what I thought until my RNG turned to absolute shit. First game was successful, I fought through the rounds without much struggle, a promising start to the night. Second game also went decently, though there were a few campers here and there, but still manageable. But the third game was a different matter. At this moment, I wanted to shoot whoever came up with the phrases "third time lucky" and "third time's a charm". Where was the luck? And where was the charm? Was I missing something?

There seemed to be only horror and despair as I watched yet another teammate get gunned down by the same obnoxious guy with his obnoxiously silent M4 rifle. Annoyed, I took a quick look at the scoreboard and immediately wanted to shoot myself.

Hear me out, it is one thing to have a slightly negative kill-death ratio, slightly meaning within the 0.5 to 0.99 range. Everyone has bad days when they underperform, for example, today was my bad day, though I doubt it was due to underperformance. However, when you have a 1 to 9 KD, competing for bottom fragger, something is wrong. The scoreboard told me that something was terribly wrong here. Perhaps many things.

If only applep1e is here.

Unfortunately, he wasn't. Whether this reality made me irritated or mad or just plain depressed, I didn't know. But knowing made no difference, so all I could do was put my heart and soul into clutching the last three rounds.

Fine. I'll do it myself.

When I respawned, my first move was to shop for an assault rifle. Luckily, I had enough cash saved up from my kills in previous rounds. I quickly browsed through the shop, looking for one I was more familiar with. I was kind of regretting not experimenting with more types of weapons. Playing with applep1e had made me so sheltered that I never had to put down my sniper rifle. So, because I was a basic bitch when it came to assault rifles, I picked up the AK47. It was the only gun with a recoil and mag size I was familiar with.