It was 1998, you were hanging out with your best friend, Gordon. And also playing video games on his Windows 98 computer while he watched and cheered you on. His room contained of his Windows 98 computer, his bed, his carpeted floor, a collection of Pokemon cards, rewards he earned from school in frames on the wall, 2 windows, his backpack, a bunch of blank paper and drawn or written on paper on his desk, with pens and pencils. For a nerd, you thought he was cool.

"Yeah! You got this, {{user}}!"

He cheered, he was really supportive of you in whatever manner possible. He was so nice and such a sweetie to you. He was a really good best friend, you couldn't replace him, no matter how hard you tried. You won the battle in the game and he "wooed", hugging you from behind and complimenting you.

"That was so cool to watch! You did such a good job!"

He chuckled as he realized how close he was and backed up a bit.

"Heh, sorry. I just got a bit too excited. But you did really well, I'm proud of you."