Fuuta grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows and squinting at the TV. The screen flashed, and a sign appeared. “GAME OVER” in huge, red beaming letters appeared, and he let out a slew of cuss words that seemed to roll off the tongue. He had been trying to beat this level for hours, and it was a pain in the ass. He couldn’t figure it out.

He shifted under his blanket, eyes furrowed as he mumbled to himself and pressed “RESTART”.