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[h2]Purple Heart Arcade[/h2][/center]
[i]“ZA WARUDO! TOKI WA TOMARE!!”[/i]

The ticking of the clock slowed, and then stopped, as the sprite rendition of Bio Drando posed gloriously, both hands splayed to the side, repeatedly taunting an opponent that was frozen in time for the entirety of nine seconds. As an actual super, it was a complete waste of meter, simply due to how a nine second combo couldn’t do nearly as much damage as ‘Road Roller’ or ‘Zero Point Knives’, but on the other hand? When the opponent only had a sliver of health left, it was wonderful.

[i]“Zero.”[/i]

A light jab KO’d the red-haired delinquent, before ‘Victory’ flashed up on the screen, prompting a long, deep sigh from Moe. Ah, even with all this pointless trolling and the sweetness of victory, she was just so [i]bored[/i]. Her braided ponytail limped as she sagged over the arcade machine, even as everyone else had plentiful fun with their real life boyfriends and their real life dates. Hyperactive dancing games blared out pop synths, while zombies groaned and exploded into gory bits to the delight of the players. The happy click-clacks of the drum-beating game resounded above all else, as a veteran of the game actually danced and spun his drumsticks stylishly. On any other night, the atmosphere of Purple Heart Arcade alone was enough to get Moe in a bright mood, but now?

[b]“Ah…………………………………..sucks to loseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”[/b]

She flopped onto the machine, face pressed against the buttons. To think that the PvP specialist Guild actually lost to the Ivory Masks and their goons. How frustrating. Even more frustrating that she couldn’t go for salty seconds due to DGO being offline, and most frustrating of all? Moe Yumekawa didn’t even have a friend to bitch about this bullshit with. One of them was on a dinner date, another decided to take the weekend as a chance to go visit their parents, while a third was busy with a part-time job.

And the rest? Pshaw, she wasn’t interested in the comfort of those people.

Bio Drando spazzed out on the screen as she rocked her face back and forth. Maybe she was becoming a DGO addict. She couldn’t wait for the maintenance to end so she could get herself into a real, zero-consequence fight.

[b]“DEFEAT,”[/b] screeched the machine, as a headache-inducing scream sounded from the pixelated corpse. Moe clutched her cute little head and groaned in irritation once more.

Soon, her stomach was groaning as well.