dated to Sunday afternoon
"DIE! DIE! DIE!"
Danica sat, eyes glued to the images in front of her, reveling in her slaughter spree. Killing imaginary people wasn't as fun as the real thing but it was a good substitute. Her body seemed to enjoy it too, finding it easy to focus for hours on end, in her own little world.
"Stabbity stabbity," she hummed happily under her breath, shifting on the sofa and tucking her legs underneath her. Four hours had flown by and she hadn't even noticed. "Ooh, harsh. What a biatch." She strained for a moment, thumbs and fingers moving manically, tongue peeking out between her lips in her concentration. "Try and heal that! No? Okay, sayonara!"
If Danica couldn't rule the island, then at least her little avatar could rule the game. It still counted for something.
Danica sat, eyes glued to the images in front of her, reveling in her slaughter spree. Killing imaginary people wasn't as fun as the real thing but it was a good substitute. Her body seemed to enjoy it too, finding it easy to focus for hours on end, in her own little world.
"Stabbity stabbity," she hummed happily under her breath, shifting on the sofa and tucking her legs underneath her. Four hours had flown by and she hadn't even noticed. "Ooh, harsh. What a biatch." She strained for a moment, thumbs and fingers moving manically, tongue peeking out between her lips in her concentration. "Try and heal that! No? Okay, sayonara!"
If Danica couldn't rule the island, then at least her little avatar could rule the game. It still counted for something.