Joel, The Element of Badassery

          Joel sat at his desk. In front of him flashed epileptic lights, sure to induce a seizure to any common passerby, but Joel was different. He has adapted, and the lights hardly fazed him. In his hands played a XBox one controller, argueably better than its predecessor. The controllers rumble features went crazy, partially due to the fast hands perk he has taken, partially because of his utter mastery of the MORS sniper rifle.

          Clans compeated for his loyalty, yet he was only a mercenary, helping struggeling clans of distinguishably smaller sizes compete in top tier championships. To his mind it was all the same. 360. 720. 180. Quickscope. Noscope. Trickshot. To him he was a chef, and the terms were his condiments. With each passing day, he became better and better, until today.

          It was 4:20 when Joel unknowingly entered the legendary Konami code. To put things quite simply, a portal opened. After struggleing and many futile attempts to resist the impending vacuum of the portal he decided that he should just fuck it and go with the flow.