Wuffie
Super-Earth
- Joined
- May 3, 2011
Once evening fell on SDCC, it was an all-out rave party. Bright lights blasted from every vendor, painting the ceiling and patrons in every color and pattern, giving the arena an atmosphere of levity. Though with nightfall brought another aspect to the con; competition. Conference rooms were packed with gamers of all kinds, FPS, RPG, MMOs, RTS…. They were all represented here. Greyson however found his itch was only scratched for one kind of genre, that being fighting games, Street Fighter in particular. He had done very well in previous challenges, being crowned the reigning champion for Super Street Fighter IV at last year’s con, and having held his title in online competitions throughout the year. However, defending ones title was quite another battle, and only the best would seek to challenge him now.
There was a deafening roar of applause when he entered the large room, filled with fans of the game, eager to watch him hash it out with other lovers of the game on massive overhead screens. The music was thumping on the walls. He glanced toward the other end of the room, seeing his image projected on the screens. It still felt odd, all this attention… he never really considered himself much to look at, but he supposed given the general populous of gamers, anyone under 300 pounds and breathing through the nose rather than mouth was a good representative for community. He was tall, almost lanky, about a head over most people, standing around 6ft 6, broad shouldered naturally and slender. He had some muscle tone, but wasn’t exactly magazine cover quality. His features matched his build, straight, slim nose and large greenish eyes, they had cleaned him up nicely for the cameras, his agent had demanded it. Though he wasn’t sure how he felt about the hair- his thick messy mane of brown tendrils replaced with a sort of Mohawk, closely shaved on the sides and textured everywhere else. He kept glancing to the monitors, assessing his appearance, wondering why they had wanted him so clean cut; this was a gaming competition after all. Every inch of him felt as though it had some sponsored logo on it – It paid the bills sure, but it was becoming a little garish. T-shirt, hoodie, jeans, sneakers; all of it paid to be seen on his back.
“How you feeling?” He heard his agent bark in his ear. He gave a small smile and a nod, not really looking to converse. If anything he just wanted to get in there with his people, and play the game he loved. It didn’t take long for his wish to be fulfilled however, hearing the announcer pick up the mic and begin rattling off the rules and competitors. Greyson was excited to see some familiar faces from other competitions throughout the year, giving a wave here and there. Though there were definitely some strangers, and it made his heart thunder with excitement – a new challenge was a welcome one.
There was a deafening roar of applause when he entered the large room, filled with fans of the game, eager to watch him hash it out with other lovers of the game on massive overhead screens. The music was thumping on the walls. He glanced toward the other end of the room, seeing his image projected on the screens. It still felt odd, all this attention… he never really considered himself much to look at, but he supposed given the general populous of gamers, anyone under 300 pounds and breathing through the nose rather than mouth was a good representative for community. He was tall, almost lanky, about a head over most people, standing around 6ft 6, broad shouldered naturally and slender. He had some muscle tone, but wasn’t exactly magazine cover quality. His features matched his build, straight, slim nose and large greenish eyes, they had cleaned him up nicely for the cameras, his agent had demanded it. Though he wasn’t sure how he felt about the hair- his thick messy mane of brown tendrils replaced with a sort of Mohawk, closely shaved on the sides and textured everywhere else. He kept glancing to the monitors, assessing his appearance, wondering why they had wanted him so clean cut; this was a gaming competition after all. Every inch of him felt as though it had some sponsored logo on it – It paid the bills sure, but it was becoming a little garish. T-shirt, hoodie, jeans, sneakers; all of it paid to be seen on his back.
“How you feeling?” He heard his agent bark in his ear. He gave a small smile and a nod, not really looking to converse. If anything he just wanted to get in there with his people, and play the game he loved. It didn’t take long for his wish to be fulfilled however, hearing the announcer pick up the mic and begin rattling off the rules and competitors. Greyson was excited to see some familiar faces from other competitions throughout the year, giving a wave here and there. Though there were definitely some strangers, and it made his heart thunder with excitement – a new challenge was a welcome one.