Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!Ā (Accepting)
The smirk on Kevin Flynnās face bespoke of confidence. The game controls were something new, but that didnāt hold him back. TheĀ score kept climbing higher and higher. Even with the advanced mechanics heād never used before.
Ā Ā Ā The arcade wasnāt his own, but that was fine. Flynn would just have to set one up himself. Get all the games he could. The new ones, old ones...it didnāt matter. Flynn wanted to entertain people like himself. Lora would insist he was being immature again. Oh well. He liked playing games and he liked winning them. What was so wrong with that?
Ā Ā Ā To the crowd around him, he laughed, bragging about how close he was to beating the machineās high score.Ā āCheck. this. out, man!ā He said, flicking his wrist and pressing the buttons in the right order to finally get that rolling scored counter above that goal mark.
Ā Ā He still had to keep going. The game wasnāt finished yet. He could do it. He could do it....āNo no no--ā groaned Flynn as his character got hit one too many times. The machine still blared its pomp and circumstance for him beating the high score.
Ā Ā Ā Guess he could still be proud of that. He turned to the gathered around him, raising his hands and flicking his wrists.Ā āItās all in the wrists,ā he said, keeping that grin plastered on his face. He beat the high score. He could live with that.Ā āOh, and next games are on me!ā