Poprockz
The perverted lady
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"Yeah..." Her own words drifted off as she too observed the party.
In truth, the party and joviality of the crowd wasn't something that lulled her into a false sense of ease. Conventions? Release parties? She didn't have time for that sort of thing. Maybe that wasn't quite true... She did technically have time to do them, but she lacked the interest and energy for it. Going alone sounded too intimidating, and going with friends was an impossibility. The two of them (she and the friend she did have) were lucky if they could align their schedules to see each other for more than a coffee or dinner every now and then.
There was also the crushing tiredness to contend with- that lack of energy that sapped her will to do much beyond cook for herself, keep her apartment clean, work, and watch her shows. Even those few things were a struggle sometimes.
She was lucky to be able to go to the arcade and blow off some steam. At least there she had tangible scores and such to remind her that she had actually accomplished something, even if it was the highest score on a zombie-shooting game.
Her life outside the game wasn't that great, but there were parts of it she treasured. Like the moments when her cat was being adorable, or the satisfying feeling of improving a game score... The occasional funny video she might come across.
The alcohol seemed to be affecting her, she figured, as she felt the urge to join them. It was funny how one could want something that they were also terrified of.
Her gaze eventually drifted to back to her own drink.
"Even in times of war, people manage to find ways and reasons to celebrate. I think... even if getting out of the game is possible, it's so far away that people need something to focus on in between now and then. Islands of normal life before they finally reach the mainland."
In truth, the party and joviality of the crowd wasn't something that lulled her into a false sense of ease. Conventions? Release parties? She didn't have time for that sort of thing. Maybe that wasn't quite true... She did technically have time to do them, but she lacked the interest and energy for it. Going alone sounded too intimidating, and going with friends was an impossibility. The two of them (she and the friend she did have) were lucky if they could align their schedules to see each other for more than a coffee or dinner every now and then.
There was also the crushing tiredness to contend with- that lack of energy that sapped her will to do much beyond cook for herself, keep her apartment clean, work, and watch her shows. Even those few things were a struggle sometimes.
She was lucky to be able to go to the arcade and blow off some steam. At least there she had tangible scores and such to remind her that she had actually accomplished something, even if it was the highest score on a zombie-shooting game.
Her life outside the game wasn't that great, but there were parts of it she treasured. Like the moments when her cat was being adorable, or the satisfying feeling of improving a game score... The occasional funny video she might come across.
The alcohol seemed to be affecting her, she figured, as she felt the urge to join them. It was funny how one could want something that they were also terrified of.
Her gaze eventually drifted to back to her own drink.
"Even in times of war, people manage to find ways and reasons to celebrate. I think... even if getting out of the game is possible, it's so far away that people need something to focus on in between now and then. Islands of normal life before they finally reach the mainland."
