The sensations were almost overwhelming. The bright flashing lights, the colored squares that changed faster than his eyes could process, the repetitive, trance inducing sound that accompanied it.
The assassin's eyes darted, keeping track of the target, waiting for the perfect time to strike. One moment too soon or late could spell disaster. He continued to chant his mantra: "Big bucks, no whammies..." and it was time.
"STOP!!!" The result: disaster. "Stop... on a whammy..." Yohji's face changed from concentration to despair as the little red animated devil demolished his lead over his opponents. He'd lost on Press Your Luck.