The time is 2:30 AM.
It's Sunday, I'm still awake, parents asleep, cats asleep, X-box on. Raindrops are suicidally smashing themselves into my bedroom window, trailing down the glass like tears. All is as it should be. I'm currently on my 23rd hour of Mass Effect, technically 48th if you count my first play through as manshep. I'm playing as femshep, running up the outside of the presidium. Still banged Liara though.
Damn my leg is getting numb. As I move to restore blood flow, my homework slowly slides off. I make no move to retrieve it. My mind is entrapped by Saren's voice. Why aren't there any female Turians? I ask myself. Because Shepard would bang them all and doom the entire Turian race. Dramatic music. A gunshot. Talked you into capping yourself this time asshole. Didn't expect that, did ya? Boop MaterBata37 is online. Ah, Anthony. He'll probably want to play Minecraft or halo or something. I'll ignore him for now. I pop the trey open, remove the disc and put it back in it's box. I take care of my games, because you can't play 'em if they're broken. In goes Mass effect 2. Loading screen. Select new game, import Talia Shepard.
A sudden boom of thunder almost made me crap myself. Please don't be any lightning. I silently prayed. Lightning scares the crap outta me. One hit you could die, or be horribly melted for the rest of your life, speaking of melting, whatever metal you have on you like a chain or watch will melt into your skin.
"Kevin, Keeeeevvvviiiiinnnn," Anthonys voice. He's trying to sound ominous.
"What?" I say, donning the headphones and speaker set. It is uncomfortable, the sponge bit make my ears itch.
"Don't be a douche, me and the guys are playing Halo, join us." Anthony is 12, he is the douche, a little mexican douche. He is not mexican, it just pisses him off. I like pissing off people who can't beat me up, I try to avoid unnecessary pain.
"I am not a douche. Go, be free, my little mexican, be free!"
A range of profanity's spill into my ears, along with a deafening roar. I rip off the head set. Anthony is screaming at me if I'm ok and what the fuck was that noise. It must have stopped. All I can hear is the sound of feedback. It's in my head. There is only the absence of light and sound.