Are you looking to expand this into a about the ethics of gaming, or should we focus on a different script-style for a new chapter?
The Noob avatar typed in the chat: "If you don't need to look at them to kill them, you don't need to be in the game to play it."
When the map reloaded, Jax found himself in a private lobby. No flags, no teammates. Just one other player standing in the center: an avatar with no name, wearing the default "Noob" skin.
"Nice shot," a teammate typed. Jax didn't reply. He felt like a god, but a bored one. He walked into the enemy base, his gun pointed at his own feet. Every time a Red defender turned the corner, they died instantly to a player who wasn't even looking at them. It was a massacre of invisible trajectories.
