Since Fritz could hear through his in-game character, he assumed that his character was on a warship in the middle of a fight,
What warship it was, he didn't know,
He looked down towards the side of the screen,
There were options for the use of cannons, like a battleship character in game,
Fritz tried tapping on the buttons to use the guns, but they didn't budge at his tap,
There was nothing on the screen,
And then, the game LAGGED.
It lagged HARD.
Fritz sat still for five minutes as his brand new phone almost melted into molten slag as it tried to process what was on screen.
Fritz's backpack had his lunchbox in it, and he retrieved the ice pack from his lunchbox so his phone wouldn't melt.
And then the giant thing rendered,
It was very glitchy, but it resembled a large ship
Daniel did mention that there was the real life version of the Bismarck that somehow got isekai'd with him, perhaps that was doing the fighting.
However, the game didn't have a sprite or model or anything for the ship, so it looked more like distorted glitchy pixels instead.
"I wonder how much damage the main guns of that thing"
*KAKA-BOOOOOM!!
His earbuds practically exploded with noise as he heard what could only have been the main guns shooting.
The earbuds obliterated their speakers from the deafening noise, blowing them so fast to the point where they snapped into garbled electronic sounds.
Fritz slammed his hands over his ears.
"GAAH!" He shouted out of instinct
The damage number popped up, the shells weren't modeled either, so it just looked like the damage numbers popped up out of thin air
9037628225...
The numbers trailed off the screen,
"What the ****?-" Fritz said
"Friiiitz! Get off all electronics! power down for the night!" His mom said from downstairs.
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