Virtual Reality

boogie2988. “Fat Guy Destroys Xbox.” YouTube, YouTube, 11 Feb. 2012, www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG4StOKFw7M.

        “What?! That doesn’t count, it was lag! I hate this game! Screw you EA! Fix your broken game!” He pulled off his virtual reality headset and slammed it on the ground, causing it to shatter into 30 pieces. “DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT! STUPID PIECE OF JUNK!” He dropped to the ground and began to grab the broken pieces of the headset. His face was red, and he continued to scream about how EA needed to get nuked. His friend Joey came in and saw him screaming on the ground.

        “What happened this time, Steve?” Joey asked. “You’re so mad, I think the vein in your forehead burst.”

        “EA broke my VR headset.”

        “Come on! That’s the fourth one this year.”

        “Well technically I didn’t break it, Joey, EA did.”

        “Shut up, its completely your fault. You do this every time someone kills you. You get just as mad, have a mental breakdown, then scream on the ground for the next 20 minutes. Now you broke another game system.”

        “Well, it was an accident.”

        “That’s what you said last week too. This time you have to pay for it yourself.”

        “WHAT?! YOU THINK I HAVE THAT KIND OF MONEY?”

        “Well, it’s your game” He didn’t feel like listening to Steve continue to scream, so he left the room to let him deal with it himself.

        “WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GET 300 DOLLARS? THE ECONOMY’S ROUGH RIGHT NOW! YOU THINK I CAN JUST FIND 300 DOLLARS BETWEEN MY COUCH CUSHIONS,” Steve yelled from inside the room, but Joey had already left and was trying as hard as he could to ignore him

        “What a loser,” Joey whispered to himself.

        Steve knew there was no way he could convince Joey to pay for a new headset so he decided to spend every last penny he had to buy a new one. He got up and yelled at Steve, “I’m getting a new one myself, you jerk.”

        “Right now? Is GameStop even open this late?”

        “Yes.”

        “Don’t drive when you’re angry; it never ends well.”

        “Shut up, I’m not even mad,” Steve replied, even though his face was still red, and his fists were clenched as if he were about to punch someone. He got into his car and drove on to the freeway. There weren’t many cars on the road, but all of them did something that annoyed him in some way. He called every other driver around him either an idiot or a moron.

        Eventually, someone cut him off and he said “Oh you think you’re so cool huh? What a piece of crap!” He was getting just as angry as he was before and his face was turning red again. Then he rolled down the window and yelled, “YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME?!” then he slammed right into the same car that cut him off. They both skidded across the freeway and both of their cars were destroyed. The impact caused Steve’s head to hit the dashboard and he was knocked out cold.

        “WHAT?! DEATH BY CAR ACCIDENT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” He yelled “What kind of joke is this? FIX YOUR GAME!” He pulled off his headset and yelled “I spent an entire month on that world just to die in a CAR ACCIDENT!” he slammed his headset on his knee breaking it in half. “Wha- WHY DO THEY MAKE THESE THINGS SO WEAK?!” he sat in his chair staring at the broken headset. “Screw this, I’m buying a new one.” Then he got in his car and drove away.