interceptre

I will have you wondering what to do, where to go. I’ve already intercepted you once, could he do it again? While beads of sweat collect on your chin, your hands begin to shake. Thoughts arise in your mind of just quitting and leaving the satisfaction of yet another intercept dissipate. Your vitals begin to slow as the game drifts farther and farther away from victory. The walls are closing in, your chest tightens. Your breathing slows and your eyesight blurs. How can he be this good? Your heartbeat becomes almost a rare occurrence. Time is slipping away like an eel. It’s almost as if I have some sort of crystal ball that watches your every move. And as the timer clicks down, and the sound of defeat bellows on your cheap 30$ RadioShack speakers, a hidden grin on my face emerges, and I click “play 3 card” once more; to provide yet another annihilation.