Monday, 18 November 2019
A tiny speck of light reflects off the enemy’s scope and flashes in my peripheral. I’ve got a few milliseconds to react before a projectile rips through my on-screen avatar’s head. Exposed and unable to find cover, I try unsuccessfully to distract the sniper with hip-fire. I make a mental note of the marksman’s position and decide to switch to a different class when I respawn. I’m not going to shoot the enemy soldier, that wouldn’t be satisfying enough. I’m going to eat them. I’m going to burrow under the ground, explode from the dirt like a muddy phoenix, and…
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