Agony.
Screaming.
Behind the millions of glowing Monitors, one caught his attention. It was an Archer-Classe, aiming at a very strange fighter. He fought in a way unlike any other Classes. But the weirdest part?
He didn't have a Monitor.
Not a single panel.
Out of millions.
"Check it again." He said, patiently waiting for another Tech-Classe.
"Sir," a Tech responded, rapidly losing patience faster than the Monitors flickering off. "We don't have a Monitor for him. It's like he doesn't exist."
"At all?" He asked, a shadow crossing over his face.
"At all." The Tech confirmed, relieved at the Boss's relenting.
"Alright then." He said.
A silence passes, the only sound being the many battles across the many Monitors that circled the tiny room.
*BANG*
The Tech-Classes jumped, then rushed out the room, carrying the hysteric Tech out of the room kicking and screaming, his entire body smoking from the wound in his head.
"Send in more Techs." He said calmly into his radio, turning back to the Monitors.
"He just shot me!!" He heard the last Tech shout from the hall.
*Hmph* He snorted, then quickly regained his composure. He bent over to the Monitor he had been staring at, and clicked the hidden microphone button on the side.
"Do it."
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Eye of the Screens
ActionA strange fighter. A strange game. How would you take this challenge? How does he?
