COMPETITIVE GAME

I see kids going wild in the video game room under the Starlight Roof. First, it is only the latent, muted anger of aggression that totally knocks you over the head, and then the inner more real beast instincts come in turn. Consumer electronics just does not rest. Where did the old talking Teddy bears, moncsichis, LEGO people go? Some deliberately planned trampling can also be seen between the ruthless, brutal rivalry between them.

There were four of them, and even among the bad guys, how soon the negotiated honor of the Outlaw was lost. Unexpectedly-suddenly the gang leader began to push, saying; now it will be his turn, while everyone else has been enough. And hip-hop, the blood cancer of conflicts, petty little disagreements has already emerged. ,Now it's my turn! You guys shut up! You've been there enough!""he shouted at them, and while the other boys had a blazing lightning of vengeance secretly, as accomplices conspiring against one another, the leader could have fun and murderously exulted when he was able to move up a level of play.

A little angel with flaxen hair, the little sister of one of them, came between them, and,like a curious intruder, demanded the play of the" Great Ones": "I want too!"The leader, like a feather, took hold of his thin little arms and pushed the little brother away, saying," You are too much of a child for the big ones!"Now The Little Angel kicked his brother in the leg, surprised by the absolute fact of the unexpected attack, and prepared to retaliate profusely, raised his fists high, and then suddenly common sense triumphed over raw instincts. ,Emma! Get the f*ck out of here! I'll give you Chocolate later!"he threw carelessly there. But the sad truth of life is that even the little ones can grow up!