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Jan 03, 2017 05:38PM
Sloane rolled his eyes. "Sure. You pick?" He suggested.
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"No, you pick. I wanted to see how you played right? Choose a stage you're best at. I want to see your skill, not beat you"
"Alright." Sloane chose the stage, biting his lip lightly. It was one he'd played many times, almost getting a perfect score a few times.
Mei had done this stage a few times. She couldn't say she was good at it, but she'd try. She waited for his first move;
Sloane started making his way through the level. He didn't message her again or anything while he kept going.
Mei followed him close behind, looking and memorising the route he was taking.
Sloane made it through the level easily. It was almost like he had the thing memorized clearly.
Mei would have usually struggled with this level, but she noted his moves and followed him closely. Sniping enemies ahead and picking up as may drops as possible.
(Sorry for not answering. School started back up this week and I had stupid drama going on...) Sloane stayed quiet as he made his way through the level, using his typical strategy of killing as few as possible even he could. He bit his lip lightly.
(( So sorry I forgot! ToT If I ever don't reply for more than 24 hours please feel free to DM me because now I feel like a horrible person))
Mei noted this strategy and noted, stopping to kill as many enemies as she was. But it made her wonder, how was he getting points without making any kills?
Mei noted this strategy and noted, stopping to kill as many enemies as she was. But it made her wonder, how was he getting points without making any kills?
((It's alright. I hadn't replied for a few days cause I was dealing with drama and then haven't been on much lately so i hadn't realized that you hadn't answered...) Sloane kept going. In the game, there were a few civilians who weren't enemies and wherever they were, Sloane would always go to them. Just finding them earned points.
Mei nodded to herself as his tactics became obvious and she smiled "Not bad" she said out aloud to herself.
Sloane soon finished the level. He glanced at his score and smiled lightly. He went back to his messages. 'See, nothing that special. Just my own method." He sent to her.
Mei lay down on her stomach on the bed before replying "I guess less is more huh?" she replied, impressed at the simple yet logical approach he took.
"Meh. I guess so. I play them for the strategy, not to just shoot a bunch of stuff..." He answered with a shrug. Sloane laid down on his bed.
"Fair enough. You are good at what you do" she replied. Mei went to get up, but suddenly felt a bit dizzy. Figuring it may be due to the lack of air circulation in her room, she got up to open her window. As soon as she opened it, she sneezed. More of a squeak than anything. She pushed her glasses up her nose and felt dizzy again. Feeling her forehead, she groaned. She was burning up, a fever from the cold to hot weather change.
"Thanks..." Sloane sent back. He glanced out his window, hearing a small squeak. He saw Mei and shrugged slightly, not thinking much of it.
Mei tied back the curtain and glanced over at the TV at his reply, but her eyes hurt and she took off her glasses. pinching the bridge of her nose, she turned her TV off and sat on her bed. Getting sick was the last thing she needed. There was no flu medicine in the house and she couldn't go get some because her brother was hurt and she had to stay home.
Sloane sighed softly when she didnt answer. He set down the controller, turning off his tv and getting up. He walked around his room, cleaning up some.
Mei rubbed her forehead before getting up. Moping wasn't going to help her. She looked through her drawers for Panadol or paracetamol. Anything that might help her.
Sloane cleaned his room, not liking having it messy. Years of always being scolded for the slightest mess had taught him that. Everything had to be pretty neat and organized. He sighed and finished. He headed downstairs, knowing there were still boxes to unpack.
