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the gamer
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name
michelangelo offenbarung
alias
moonsong
age
21 years old
tagged
none
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the gamer
[ â™› ]
name
michelangelo offenbarung
alias
moonsong
age
21 years old
tagged
none
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Only the faint scent of coffee managed to wake him up. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the digital clock besides his bed. There was a loud snore coming from the top, which meant Leonardo was in a trance ofdeep sleep. It was still six thirty in the morning; the sun had barely peaked over the skyscrappers that plagued the city. But then again, there was a reason for waking up this early.
There was a huge gaming tournament online for the game known as Renegade Rally. It was a widely popular game with both servers in United States and Japan. Thousands of players had gathered and flocked to this very event to become the number one player as well as a prize of overall $10,000, but the winner was already decided before it had started. He was almost radiating with utmost confidence and enthusium today, anxious to destroy the hopes of all who had gathered.
The gamer quickly slapped on a crimson V-neck shirt, sleek grey collared jacket, and a pair of dark skinny jeans. He deftly applied gel to his hair, skimming it over with a comb, and set off, blue headsets around his neck. Only a smirk left the door, as he made his way through the kitchen.
By the time Moonsong arrived, the coffee was done brewing. He stopped to pour himself a cup, whistling to himself. The others were probably asleep, or still at screens. The gamer took a deep breath, before entering the tech room.
There was a huge gaming tournament online for the game known as Renegade Rally. It was a widely popular game with both servers in United States and Japan. Thousands of players had gathered and flocked to this very event to become the number one player as well as a prize of overall $10,000, but the winner was already decided before it had started. He was almost radiating with utmost confidence and enthusium today, anxious to destroy the hopes of all who had gathered.
The gamer quickly slapped on a crimson V-neck shirt, sleek grey collared jacket, and a pair of dark skinny jeans. He deftly applied gel to his hair, skimming it over with a comb, and set off, blue headsets around his neck. Only a smirk left the door, as he made his way through the kitchen.
By the time Moonsong arrived, the coffee was done brewing. He stopped to pour himself a cup, whistling to himself. The others were probably asleep, or still at screens. The gamer took a deep breath, before entering the tech room.