teach me how to be imperfect

✖♡✖┊ ❝Ah, you wanted to meet me? Well... hello.❞ Her eyes looked down to the ground, then back up at the other, trying to maintain eye contact. ┊✖♡✖

A: Favorite Game of all time?

B: Favorite Series of all time?

C: Least Favorite Game of all time?

D: Favorite Soundtrack?

E: Favorite Sequel?

F: Biggest Let down?

G: What're you currently playing?

H: Favorite local multiplayer game?

I: Favorite Online multiplayer game?

J: Favorite system?

K: Game you're most looking forward to?

L: Favorite Licensed title?

M: Favorite Game of last year?

N: Favorite protagonist?

O: Favorite antagonist?

P: Favorite Genre?

Q: Any Guilty Pleasure Games?

R: Most underrated game?

S: Most overrated game?

T: Best game memory?

U: Favorite Handheld title?

V: First game you remember playing?

W: Any games you regret getting rid of?

X: What you'd like to change about your favorite franchise?

Y: What game would you want your child to play first?

✖♡✖┊ Sat in a pastel blue beanbag chair in front of a large flat-screen TV was a small girl. The room was completely dark, beside the fairly-bright TV screen. In her hands was an X-BOX remote, fingers pushing and pressing buttons. On the screen was the not-so-new game, 'Dead Rising Three'.

    Chiaki had just started the game, so she was currently sitting through a cut scene, showing burning buildings, and a gruesome zombie corpse with a bee flying around it. And there's the main character! Or the character that dies first. She took note on the character, Nick Ramor, small '12' tattoo on his neck.

    He seemed very nervous, but has a little bit of braveness, not much at all though. He volunteered for this, so  he must have a group, so maybe he his a bit braver. Oh, finally into the game play.

click!

    Went the door into the room as it slowly opened, letting in the light. With the light coming in, another thing came in. A person. She didn't know a real way to start a conversation, so she simply said...

      ❝Do you want to play with me?❞ ┊✖♡✖