what could be more relaxing than a games night with drinks in the mansion living room after a few rough weeks…

it was relaxing until you lost your seventh smash bros match in a row

‘motherfucking god damn piece of shit!!’

You angrily mumbled while everyone else chuckles at your reaction as you repeatedly whack the controller onto the nearby coffee table

‘fuck, fuck, FUCK!!’

You slumped into the sofa with folded arms going into a sulk after throwing the controller at the wall and smashing it.

eyeless jack laughed as Ben got up to get a new controller, seemingly having endless replacements.

"Yo, chill, it's just a game, anger issues much? Heh..."