The room is dark. Blinds drawn and lights off, it is slightly hard to make out Alex’s face, dimly lit by the glow of his computer monitor. A pair of headphones over his ears, he is oblivious to the frantic clicks and clacks of his keystrokes, the feeble click of his mouse. For a brief moment, he grimaces as his virtual army clashes with that of his opponents. His actions per minute, a measurement of how quickly he can micromanage the individual units in his army, spike at an estimated two hundred commands, near professional level.
As the sprites on his screen explode into a flurry of shrapnel, his actions become less calculated and more frantic. Finally, less than a minute after the battle began, he stops typing. He takes a breath, hits enter, and types a parting message to his faceless rival.
“GG” Good game. He concedes.