...The PC gamer bristled his neckbeard in approval. He called up to his mother who was working hard on providing for her 30 year old son and herself, "Fundie bitch, I won't be up for dinner tonight." He grimaced. "Just bring my Doritos and Mountain Dew down here."
He saw a console gamer who clearly would've rather been dead than to hear such news: "Darn it, that would've been cool to have on consoles. Oh well, enjoy PC gamers," the console gamer said before signing off to workout at the gym and later hang out with friends.
The PC gamer licked his Cheetos-stained lips in anticipation. It was another glorious achievement that he had every much a part of as the developers who made the game. It was time to bask in the glory he had helped create. He pictured the poor console gamers shaking in their cheap boots at what he had wrought, as he wrote
@silversix_ said:
Its never a bad time to join the master race
before ordering a new fedora in celebration and jerking off to children's cartoons. Before the fundie bitch demanded he go to bed, he muttered under his breathe, "Fine, but god's not real, and when you die, nothing happens." The grimace appeared again.
It was hard to fall asleep that night, but even harder for the console gamers, he imagined. He decided he would take time off from World of Warcraft and harassing good-looking, confident women tomorrow to put the console gamers in their place. The grimace appeared on his face once again, as he fantasized about the irreparable damage he was going to cause. You could say he felt quite euphoric that night.
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