“Where am I?!” he yelled.
The screen froze. The speakers let out a long, agonized BRRRRRRRRRT . The cursor became a spinning blue wheel of death. worms w.m.d pc
“Right, lads,” Reginald clicked, surveying the enemy team—The Crimson Crawlers—on the far side of the wading pool. “Standard protocol. We have tanks, helicopters, and the holy grail: the W.M.D. drop. That’s ‘Weapons of Mass Destruction’ for the newt.” “Where am I
The score was 4–1. Reginald allowed himself a victory wriggle. ” Reginald clicked
Kyle panicked. He fumbled for the keyboard. He meant to select the . He hit P instead.
Reginald shuddered with glee. “Oh, you beautiful, terrible human.”
POOF.