I'm on Squidboards, browsing the topic of the Final Splatfest. I'd lost track of time reading over what has happened.
...Suddenly, I hear the breaking news chime on the television. I looked over, my heart skipping a beat. It's time, I thought to myself. For a couple moments, I want to stall. Just kinda go back to my laptop and chat on Discord, that or maybe sketch some figure practice. But I know that, in the words of memetic overlordship, the time is now.
I push the A button on my Game Pad, and I watch the TV screen with my eyes on lock. Every further press is my heartbeat pulsing. Eventually, I reach the results about to be posted...
Popularity comes up. In the back of my mind, I have a feeling Marie was a bit more popular due to the fact mirror matches were a thing. But I dare not vocalize this, and instead I watch as that score appears...
I move on to wins, the more important part of this entire score. I push the A button and the numbers roll, my hands clasped together and holding up my chin. I watch for a few moments waiting for them to stop and totally forgetting I had to push one more time to reveal them. And when I do...
..."That can only mean one thing," I speak aloud when the house is asleep.
That can only mean one thing.