#it IS a fanfic site but cmon guys i’ve seen original works there

[sairitaikutsu]

Writing practice cuz i havent written anything in a while

Not salt raiders but this is based on my own experiences. Sry <3

“Eat shit. Actually.”

This was her fifth loss against him today. It’s no secret that Marin was better at…most videogames in general than her twin brother Jaun, yet here he was, beating the absolute life out of her like it was nothing.

The two were playing a fighting game they bought for themselves during the holidays, and since then, they were nothing short of obsessed. Jaun was interested with the story and characters and while Marin shared his sentiment about the game, she was having fun being behind the controller for a lot of the times they played. She loved actually playing the game.

However, Marin still hadn’t decided which character she’ll main. It wasn’t like there was a plethora of fighters in the roster, only around twenty of them with a few others locked behind an expansion pack, but she didn’t have the patience to learn every single one of them.

She didn’t know the moves and combos for any of them, currently playing as a soldier with superpowers, but as much as the adrenaline was rushing, none of the moves seem to have a drastic impact on Jaun’s main, a nunchuck-wielding pyromancer.

With every button Marin pressed, her frustration grew worse as she could do nothing but watch her character take it all. It was as if her controls weren’t working (even though they were in good condition), and her pride was even more hurt seeing another victory from Jaun, the latter cackling as they watch the victory animation play out.

Clearly, this fighter wasn’t suited for Marin’s play style.

Marin groans and chooses the option to select a new fighter, waiting for Jaun to do the same for it to work.

“I will have my vengeance,” she says, half-jokingly. Jaun says nothing as he lets Marin choose another character.

Marin eyes the many close-up images of the fighters, seeing which one was promising. Her brain then supplied her with a memory from when she was playing through the game’s Story Mode. There was a character who created clones and utilized portals, and he was kinda annoying to fight in her opinion. Luckily, he was playable.

Another match between her and Jaun begins. She just wants to win already.

Marin starts with her go-to combo for fighting games, alternating between the front and back punching buttons, before doing the same with kicking. To her surprise, the character did have a combo for her go-to attack, and it felt impactful on both the opponent and her sanity. She continued trying out whatever was possible, even pausing the game momentarily at one point to read the character’s special moves.

Soon, she finally won. Even though it was one win over Jaun’s six more in total, Marin was content. She at least knew which character she was most comfortable playing, the one that suited her “random bullshit” play style the most. Her main, her in-game identity.

The more she played as her new main, the more powerful she felt. How else was she going to describe it? The longer she played him, the more comfortable she was with doing his special moves and combos. Sometimes she’d find herself lost in the idea of winning, letting her fingers do the job pushing buttons and her muscle memory do the work for her.

Contrasting Marin’s anxious, introverted personality was her aggressive attack-based play style. Sure, over time, she learned to be more careful, going on the defense when necessary, but she always tried to attack as soon and quick as possible. Honestly, who wouldn’t? The first hit sometimes decides whose victory was promising and who needs catching up.

And Marin knows she can’t afford to miss.

#writing #writeblr #might post this to ao3 lmao #it IS a fanfic site but cmon guys i’ve seen original works there #writing practice #fun fact: the note title for this is “Boop gamer” with a comma between those words