Murder Drones | The Library

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Our story starts with the introduction of a murky, messy room. Clothes strewn about on the floor in the most uncanny of places, uncleaned flooring to the point an exterminator would need to be paid overtime just to scratch the surface, and a concerning amount of spots on the couch...

The room was quiet at first, before the siren of a train boomed just outside the door, followed by the door itself kersploding off its fucking hinges and sent flying across the room.

In walks in our local human, (Y/N), decked out in full body clothing of winter clothes and still cold as balls. He throws it all off, leaving himself in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt - he has a heater - and marches his sorry ass into his room with a disappointment frown.

Today was supposed to be a good day for our human friend. He felt invigorated at the prospect of finally mustering the courage to ask out J, and finally getting a chance to score some Murder Robussy.

Unfortunately, he was met with yet another restraining order.

Now our human hero finds himself in desperate need of a distraction, that being trolling the piss out of the gaming world because he's petty dammit.

He boots up his computer and takes no time at all to scroll through the long list of visual novels, Skyrim mods, and even some hentai, before his cursor stopped right above the icon for CS:GO.

Time to fuck shit up.

After some time, he finds himself forgetting the humiliation as the mics of all the raging drones and humans across the galactic server of this millennium old game screeched at him for team killing and purposefully giving the enemy team good weapons.

But then he caught it.

At the corner of the screen, bolded in purple...

darkXwolf17

His shit eating grin grew to uncanny levels as he found the perfect target for his toxicity. He locks in immediately and searches the map for the gremlin, quickly finding her in the spawn point already heading out to B-site.

Not on his watch.

He lines his crosshair to her head, whips out his AWP, stops moving, and then 'blam'.

The response was immediate.

"You fucking @%&*!"

Music to his ears.

He waits for the next round and looks straight at the player model for darkXwolf17, his grin stretched and his eyebrows wiggling with anticipation. The model also looks at him, likely aiming at his head for payback.

Not on his watch.

With the grace of a drunken swan, he smashes the keys on his keyboard to activate his 'Elite Modding Software', glitching from one spot to the next and outmaneuvering the bullet, shocking the incel on the other side. She doesn't have any time as he lines his crosshair and shoots.

"WHAT?! You're cheating!"

He definitely was but they don't need to know that. Instead, he just types that it was lag. He can hear her practically seething through the mic.