Luxy slammed her controller down on the couch.
"WHAT THE—HOW DID SHE EVEN SHOOT ME THROUGH THE WALL?!" she yelled, her voice cracking as the final kill-cam replayed her embarrassing defeat.
Her headset erupted with noise.
"Luxy, you sold, sis!" one of her teammates screamed.
"I didn't sell, you potato-brained clown!" she snapped back.
"Maybe if you actually aimed—"
"SHUT UP, KEV! I SWEAR YOU HAVE THE AIM OF A BLIND MOUSE!"
The insults flew both ways until the match screen faded to black. Luxy ripped off her headset and slumped on the sofa, breathing hard, still muttering curses under her breath.
"FUCKING USELESS! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PUSH MY RANK WITH THESE IDIOTS?" She cursed even more feeling her anger bubbling up.
Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She picked it up, looked at the notification—and her eyes widened.
"Oh crap," she whispered. Then, louder, "Ohhh nooo… I'm done. Oh noooo! nooooo!"
