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"Bite me, we won the round, didn't we?"

Clicking off his push-to-talk button, Alrik Rey grinned like a fool. It had been a day of wonderful gaming for him thus far - and it wasn't even that late in the afternoon, either! There was still plenty of time to go out later and gather up all of those pesky energy orbs he needed for quota... just another match, first.

Or five. Y'know, whatever.

The wannabe in the D.Va (named ChasinWaterfalls - really? A TLC reject too?) kept harping on his a** but like.... WHY? They were winning, weren't they?

"Quit trying to pad your kill count and be happy, jeez. On the rag, much?"

He snorted at his own comment as the game's screen went to red, then blue as it prepared the group for the second round. Granted, he'd chosen his favorite chaotic character to pad his kill count... but Miss Fussy didn't need to know that.

He snorted at the symbol, tossing out his own shortly afterwards. It didn't matter that this was a chick - if she came to play with the big dogs, then she was going to be treated like one. Just because she whined and wanted things done easier since she had tits... well, Alrik didn't put up with that nonsense.




Refusing to be the first to drop party, the queue started up again to fill in the empty spots on both teams. With it being a local server, the time it took to find other players in their general area was a little longer than the international servers.... in other words, plenty of time for s**t talking.

Another player left the group, clearly not in the mood to put up with comrade shenanigans. It didn't matter that there was dissension in the ranks - they were there to play a game and not deal with the petty bullshit... just like the kind he and whatshername were spewing out at each other.

Wimps.

Only real gamers knew how to s**t talk... excluding Waterfails, naturally. She still had a loooong way to go, in Alrik's opinion, until she could play in the big leagues when it came to trolling and shitposting while gaming.




Shortly thereafter, a link appeared in the chatbox.

A few more emojis were tossed in Waterfail's direction before Alrik tabbed his way over to his internet browser window. It only took a few minutes to find one of his favorited videos, then approximately five seconds to copy and paste the url in the window, making sure to include a few heart and winky face emojis at the tail end of his message.




After all, tis the season....

For a brief moment, there was a tiny inkling of hope when he saw a link come back from the otherwise irritating girl gamer. Maybe she was one of those slutty types, or maybe desperate for approval so she didn't mind sending...

Nope. No, she was trolling him, of course she was.

Snorting, he smashed on the keyboard without a second thought.



That's right, girls hated having their weight brought into things, right????

Man, he was going to have to step up his game with this one, if he was gonna troll her to the point of quitting.

He immediately began rolling his eyes when her comments about his p***s began to surface. No, his wee wee was just fine and probably was considered impressive. At least Cass made him feel pretty good about it, not that they had actually, y'know...

Hmph.

Sending mental middle fingers in the direction of the computer screen, fingers hit the keys. This had gone too far - it was time to settle this, mano a mano. Didn't matter that she had a v****a - trolls had what was coming to them.





He resisted the urge to make a High Noon joke. It was very, very difficult to resist.

With that, he flicked the sign out button, not giving her the opportunity to be sassy back at him. Served her right - Alrik refused to give some chick the last word.

Rolling his chair away, he let out a soft grunt and stared at the dark monitor screen. Now, to figure out what the hell he was going to say to this tramp in person...