"GAAAHH!" I shouted, throwing my XBox controller angrily at my wall. Ethan and Shinigami stared at me, wide-eyed. "Easy there Lightning, no need to get worked up…" Ethan soothed, humorously elbowing Shini. I glared at him. "You don't understand! These FREAKING ZOMBIES! THEY KILLED ME AND NOW I LOST MY CAR!" I screamed. I was currently playing another mission of Dead Rising Three. And once again, I DIED because of all the freaking ZOMBIES that the game editors chose to install into the game. Those son of-..." Lightning, what did I tell you about beginning to curse bluestreaks. Calm down…" Shini began to stroke my head in an awkward motion. I fumed, glaring at my 60 inch flat screen plasma television set. Ethan pulled her hand away. "Shini, I think she is fine. Just let her blow it off." Said he, in the most blunt way possible.
I glared at them, and then returned to the TV. I clicked the 'Resume Game' option and started the mission all over again. "Why the hell did I ask for this game again?" I asked curiously to myself, clicking away angrily on the controller buttons. "'Cause that's what you wanted for Christmas…" Shinigami muttered, very closely to my ear. "GAAAH! YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME, SHINI!" I died. Again. I watched helplessly as the Zombies nommed on my digital characters flesh. "Damn you you stupid game! WHY!"
Ethan smirked at my wailing. "Poor Shini. Lightning, you do realize its just a game, right?"
I stopped.
Eerily turned my head.
And tackled Shinigami.