Middle of the pack

The game allowed 2 respawns per match, which you were grateful for when the first of 31 opponents you come across you miss do to a surprise vibration, letting them mail you instead. Fuck, you try to focus more, but the more you focus the bigger shock on sudden changes. Still, your next life you manage two kills with a well placed grenade, and another on a shotgun kill before you stepped on a mine. The last life they decided to keep it on high the entire time, causing you to squeal and whimper. You try not to think what the chats saying, but this distraction was enough to not notice as you are quickly gunned down.

You ended up with 3 kills to 3 life’s, landing you in the middle of the pack this time. You look over at the chat and see a parade of taunts, especially mocking the unintended squeals and whimpers you make. You also know this means you’ll be moving to the machine behind you. The fucking machine came with numerous sized attachments, and you couldn’t imagine ever taking any of these, but the larger ones just seemed… impossible frankly. You look at the smallest, still gulping at howd you handle this on camera.