Disaster Unfolds

Ryder. I pressed down onto the controller harder, leaning forward and staring with intent at the screen flickering before me as my character rolled into the next room. A fresh wave of zombies broke free from their graves, growling and grunting as they proceeded toward my character. I pressed a few more buttons, doing a badass-looking swing and throwing daggers at them. My character suddenly got stuck in some awkward bow position, midway through doing a backflip, and no matter how many times I bashed the buttons or shook the controller, the damn thing just stood there as a wave of zombies descended onto my character. “Oh, come on!” I cried out in disgust, falling back into the pile of pillows stacked on top of my bed. I threw the controller to the carpet. “Fucking cheap-ass game station.” I wanted to get the new PS5, but before Jace went all baby-crazy protector mode, he got one and told me we could play together. Only one fucking problem, he never had time for games any more and he nev