link gun blazing, toren charged into the fray and quickly dispatched yet another opponent. his stats raised with every kill, plummeted with every death. he rose often. and rarely fell.
the game played fast: players died and respawned and died again. all but toren. he could hardly remember a respawn - wouldn't know how to react had he needed to. "killing spree" the computerized voice cooed at him; his hard work always paid off with a pleasant woman's tone celebrating his tenacity. "double kill" it rewarded when the carnage was swift.
jared wished he held something a little more powerful than the small handgun he wielded as he walked into the schoolyard: something closer to a link gun would be pleasant. though the stats wouldn't be available to him after this encounter, he could envision the results. F1 would reveal him leading over all his enemies. his 17 kills matched with his single death. no respawn this time.
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