"Aw get
fucked
, you fucking
bitch
!"
I stilled from my spot on the couch as I watched Shawna chuck her controller in frustration. She takes a deep calming breath before she gets up and made her way to the kitchen, most likely to go outside for a smoke. Good for her for stepping away from the situation, she's been doing a fantastic job following what the therapists have been teaching her. The smoking is still something that we need to work on though...
"If you wanna play while I'm gone go ahead, Nade," she said in a controlled tone over her shoulder, "I'm gonna go smoke outside. Plus, I need to water the plants in the backyard, so I'll be out for a few minutes."
And with that, the conditions for the Alter are locked. Fuck.
I gulped as I felt reality bend inside the TV screen.
I grabbed the controller and made her customized character run away from where she had re-spawned. Not like that was going to do anything, if Shawna said it out of anger, it's gonna happen. I've seen it happen many times growing up. I still think back to that time in high school with our calculus teacher ("
Kiss my ass!")
and that one cop back when she visited me while I was out of state for college (
"Fuck you, you fucking pig!")
. Whatever she says out of anger, no matter how utterly ridiculous it is: it'll happen.
And I get it,
I get it.
I love playing difficult games like these as much as she does. She's way fucking better at it than me, but it isn't going to help anyone when she dies and cusses at the television screen. Not only the difficulty curve of this game not good for her blood pressure; but the way reality bends to her whim whenever she's angry isn't good for my fucking sanity. It's been three days since she bought this game, and she hasn't quite gotten the hang of the combat mechanics. You'd think by now she'd lower the difficulty level to normal if she wanted to play the game for the plot. But,
no
, she's far too overconfident with her skills to know when to humbly quit and change the difficulty.
At the expense of her poor character...
Just like I predicted, every enemy in this stupid dungeon popped out of the woodwork and started chasing after Shawna's character. A petite Elven rogue that she named Ilsea that I'm trying desperately to save from her inevitable fate. I opened the combat menu and made her attack some of the closer goblins before I led the character out into a more open area. I know I'm only delaying the inevitable here, but I'm hoping that my delaying would stop me from witnessing something straight out of a hentai. Shawna's reality bending abilities only last for as long as her anger. Usually, a smoke on the back porch would calm her down enough that the magic would recede.
My stomach drops as I hear the telltale sound of pipes shuddering from the rush of water. From my vantage point, I can see Shawna adjusting the head on the spray before pointing it at the flower box hanging on the porch railings. No cigarette between her lips.