Ian "Er0s" Frost stared at his computer screen. The queue had popped and the match was starting. He looked at player’s tags out of habit and profession- you were always trying to see if you knew anyone on the opposing team- that way you knew their weaknesses or what to expect.
He saw no ones tag he recognized, but there the guy was, the one Ian had been hearing so much about- Nsecure. At last, he was going to see if this dude was as bad-ass as all his teammates, fellow streamers and non-pro friends had made him out to be.
Stellan sat at her computer for her 12th game in a row that morning. She was already in the zone, a rolled joint and lighter sat in the iridescent ashtray at her left elbow. She chose "Nsecure" as her gametag because she was and was honest about it. But if you saw her on the street, or even knew her a little, you would never guess that Stellan Mitchell was insecure about anything. She was beautiful, funny and highly skilled at FPS games. She had decided to try to ladder among the pros and maybe get a contract with a team...she just couldn't let them know she was a girl until they couldn't resist signing her.
Game Found flashed across her monitor; she scanned the names and noticed "Er0s"on the other team. She smirked. She had watched him on several occasions in the professional League games. She had been studying he and his team hard the last 2 weeks. She was ready.
"Lets f*****g go then." Ian and Stellan said unknowingly, miles apart in different zip codes, at the exact same time.