They are the only ones who acknowledge me. I am the only one who acknowledges them.
Six resolute gamers with ready hands and quick eyes like mine. Six who are not ruinous there, but can be here. Six germinate reasoners dominated by this house. From the speaker, everyone will hear us, but some just rest and ignore value of quality.
Our strategies are mysterious. We send aggressive attacks their way. We move up and we move down and twist the analog between our wild thumbs and move the war with harsh fire and relish continuing our calmness. This is how we stay.
Permit one bullet no way to block, we’d all drop like bullets that we fire each with our legs kneeling near another. Stay, stay, stay we say when we wait. They run.
When I am too anxious and too ready to stay staying, when I am a strong soldier fighting to innumerable enemies, then it is I look at gamers. When it is time for me to give the controller away. Six who knew against odds. Six that continued and will not stop to win. Six who are watching and try again and again.