[coogle]

The Gamer..

Entombed in a cocoon of light, sound and darkness sits the gamer. Far from the toll of bells, balanced
on a razor blade they sit. Poised on the keyboard waiting for the start of the match. Heart racing.
Eye's narrowing focus. The gamer waits.

Beep, the game starts. A tune starts in the gamer's head, a beat no one could dance to and music
no one will ever know. The fingers move independant of the brain, images transfering directly to action.
The fingers spasming on the mouse, fast as a bullet and twice as deadly.

The screen hypnotises, the pixels of light like stars, a mere twinkling in the darkness, but together
form an image as vast and relentless as the sky. The screen mirrored in the gamer's eye's, twitching.
A level of thought like that of an animal searching for it's next prey. Yet cunning boiling through the
veins, fed by a bloating of caffeine and sugar. The rush pulsing.

Bang a shot rings out as if from nowhere. Death. But the gamer merely blinks as the figure on the
screen comes back to life, like some macabre re-inactment of the resurection of christ. Taking a different
path the gamer continues on, sound bleeding through the speakers in a flood. Spurting like an orange
getting squeezed. The clue's are all there, deciphered in an instant.

Wait, a friend, don't shoot. The finger freezes over the button, recognition zapping like a lightning bolt.
Another enemy falls to the combined firepower of the allies. Blank the screen resets, the game over.
Adrenaline pumping the scream of victory errupts.