@MARIE
The arcade machine probably didn't like it any more than Remi did when she slammed her fist on the side of it, making a remarkable bang as she howled and nursed her now aching knuckles.
Once again this confounded machine had confused her and beat her, and it was a cOMPUTER. THAT'S ALL IT WAS. But this was nothing like the solitaire she'd played on their very slow, clunky, and dying Windows 2000 computer back home.
Remi glared daggers at the screen, as if silently wishing by doing so she'd magically set it on fire or something. Maybe someday she could learn how to do that--heck. She didn't know what she was fully capable of. With a grumble she shook her hands out, cracked her knuckles, and got into her battle stance. Feet shoulder width apart, hands poised over the (steering wheel?) and joystick, she nervously licked her lips as she pulled another coin from her pocket and inserted it into the machine. Spy Hunter would not win against her THIS time. This was different than the other twenty times.
She refused to think about all the money she'd just wasted.
She was kind of progressing, getting a little bit farther with every try, but it was always the helicopters, those damn helicopters, that got her every single time.
And once again she exploded for the final time, and the game over screen made her throw her hands in the air in exasperation as she gestured angrily at the machine and yelled at it.
"WHO WOULD SEND THAT MANY HELICOPTERS AFTER A SINGLE CAR. THIS IS STUPID. THIS GAME SUCKS!"
She huffed and stared at it for a moment longer, crossing her arms over her chest.
Yes she was debating playing it again.
The arcade machine probably didn't like it any more than Remi did when she slammed her fist on the side of it, making a remarkable bang as she howled and nursed her now aching knuckles.
Once again this confounded machine had confused her and beat her, and it was a cOMPUTER. THAT'S ALL IT WAS. But this was nothing like the solitaire she'd played on their very slow, clunky, and dying Windows 2000 computer back home.
Remi glared daggers at the screen, as if silently wishing by doing so she'd magically set it on fire or something. Maybe someday she could learn how to do that--heck. She didn't know what she was fully capable of. With a grumble she shook her hands out, cracked her knuckles, and got into her battle stance. Feet shoulder width apart, hands poised over the (steering wheel?) and joystick, she nervously licked her lips as she pulled another coin from her pocket and inserted it into the machine. Spy Hunter would not win against her THIS time. This was different than the other twenty times.
She refused to think about all the money she'd just wasted.
She was kind of progressing, getting a little bit farther with every try, but it was always the helicopters, those damn helicopters, that got her every single time.
And once again she exploded for the final time, and the game over screen made her throw her hands in the air in exasperation as she gestured angrily at the machine and yelled at it.
"WHO WOULD SEND THAT MANY HELICOPTERS AFTER A SINGLE CAR. THIS IS STUPID. THIS GAME SUCKS!"
She huffed and stared at it for a moment longer, crossing her arms over her chest.
Yes she was debating playing it again.
