My friend just sent me this game and I'm obsessed with it. I've low key lost 5 pounds playing it.
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Dan POV:
"DAN YOULL NEVER GUESS WHAT I BOUGHT." Kyle tells, rushing up to my bunk in the tour bus. Kyle hold a plastic bag with a DVD sized case in it.
"How come half of our conversations start with you running up to me and telling that?" I ask, remaining curious about what he bought this time.
"Because I try to keep things interesting by purchasing random crap." He shrugs.
"Alright, what did you buy?" I ask. Kyle smiles and pulls something out of the bag.
"Okay so ya know how we have that Wii that nobody uses for anything aside from Netflix?"
"Yeah."
"I bought... JUST DANCE 3!" He exclaims, holding it up in front of him like a child on Christmas.
"My cousin Greg has that!" I say, having played it once. "It was exhausting."
"Perfect!" Kyle says, very happy with himself.
"Let's fire this bad boy up!" I say, realizing that laying down and looking at memes for hours on end isn't exactly the most productive way to spend my afternoon.
Kyle and I go downstairs and attempt to get the Wii to turn on.
"Whatcha got there?" Charlie asks, sipping coffee.
"Kyle bought Just Dance 3." I say, sounding dead inside.
"Fun fun." He mutters sarcastically, clearly pitying me for being roped in by Kyle.
"Alright Danny, I think I got it to work." Kyle says. I hear the carefulness in his tone.
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"THEY HAVE A-HA!" I yell, overjoyed.
"I assume you're going to make me dance that with you?" Kyle says, sounding bored.
"Precisely. I'm very fond of this song." I murmur, poking Kyle's arm.
"Well, imma kick your ass, Smith." Kyle says, trying to sound intimidating.
"Are you sure about that, Simmons?" I ask, trying to sound equally terrifying.
"We'll see about that." Kyle says, looming over me.
I click my button (as Player One) to start the game. I'm playing as "Crazy" and Kyle is playing as "Happy" which pretty much sums us up.
The intro kicks in quickly and both of us mirror the dancer onscreen. After a few seconds when the lyrics kick in, I check the scores. I notice I'm getting a lot of blue "great" bubbles, but Kyle gets a bunch of "perfect" green bubbles. His "Happy" avatar had a crown on top.
"How are you beating me?" I say, panting slightly.
"Skill, Daniel." Kyle breathes. "Skill."
"Well if I don't win this, I'll need to work on my knife throwing skill." I say threateningly.
"Oh wow." Kyle says, still getting a perfect score.
"Somebody's triggered." Will says from the couch.
"Alright, it's not okay for twelve year old white boys to say it and it's not okay for you to say it." Kyle says, completely stopping his dance to glare at Will.
Kyle's pause gives me about ten seconds to gain up on Kyle. He remains in first place for a while, but he lost his flow. He now only gets purple "okay" and blue "great".
"I'm catching up to you!" I scream.
"I'd say you're just trying to stress me." Kyle says, proceeding to dance.
"Scared, Potter?" I sneer, doing my best Draco Malfoy impression.
"You wish." Kyle replies, grinning.
"DAN!" Will yells. "KEEP IT UP YOURE WINNING!"
"Really?" I say, glancing up at the scoreboard. I am! The song only has thirty seconds remaining, so I bet I can keep my streak of green "perfect" bubbles.
"Fuck!" Kyle yells, desperately trying to outdance me.
"You'll never win!" I laugh. "MWAHAHAHAHA!"
Kyle proceeds to do the arm movements, but shoves me with his foot.
"THATS A FOUL!" Woody yells, kicking Kyle to mimick how he pushed me.
The song finishes out, and it's a photo finish. Both of us ended with four stars, and an average of blue "great" bubbles. Even though Kyle's dedication to his cause should've resulted in his victory, my sheer luck brought me to win by a mere nine points.
"You're a cunt." Kyle says, crossing his arms and flopping backward in a chair.
"Well if you're going to be like that, then fuck you." I say, immaturely sticking out my tounge.
"Please."
