Personal Narrative: Blackheart

I bring my callous fingers swiftly down on my keyboard desperately typing to my newfound comrades, praying my warning is delivered before it’s too late. I smash my pinky finger into the enter button, sending a quick jolt of pain through my hand, and sit anxiously waiting for it to appear on screen. My heart drops to my feet as I stare in horror at the sight of my ally being bombarded with attack after attack unable to even plead for help. I am too late.
Through technology we have been able to connect with millions of people from all reaches of the world. My whole body tingles with excitement as I stare at the screen in front of me; Finally, after what feels like an eternity it connects to the endless variety of team members that lay before me. However, before video games were introduced to the population we were separate people divided only by great expanses of saltwater, and now we have come together and built impossibly long bridges with just the click of a
These people, whoever they may be, are part of my team and just sitting back and watching as they get slaughtered is not something I can do in good conscious . Sprinting to Blackheart, the closest member of my team, I charge headfirst into battle fuelled only by my desperation. I throw every attack I posses at our adversaries barely able to do more than scratch them as my comrade makes his escape. Games like these are centered around team play and encourage us to work as a whole, to risk yourself helping others. They see right through my plans as if I explained it to them in great detail. Sweat beads on my brows as they move towards my fleeing friend leaving me in the dust. I tear my eyes from the screen as Blackheart falls his health obliterated. It is my fault, he is my team member and I didn’t protect him. We have to do better if we have any hopes of beating these