Button's Manehatten Minute

Sniper Elite 9

Button slowly made his way through the arcade, his fingers twitching. He hadn’t been able to bring any of his consoles with him, so he was beginning to have withdrawals from his normal triggers. He needed something that he could press, and what better way than with a real challenge?

Hence, he was to be a sniper, and smiled to himself as he walked up to the machine He was used to playing stuff like this by himself, but just from how the mare stood, he could tell she knew what she was doing. That, or she was some sort of gun nut.

A minute of watching her though, Button took it back. Despite the fact that she held it like a real rifle, it didn’t slow her. The minute a target came up, she would shift only as much as she needed to, and pull the trigger. Button wasn’t even sure if he was actually as good as her. Then again, she was in the early levels, and it was easy to show off while the enemies didn’t move.

That, and it was easier to try to join her game if he thought he might beat her score. So, he placed a token beside the mare, just loud enough to get her attention. Her brown eyes swiveled to him as she shot outside of the screen, her black mane blocking her eyes for a moment as she moved.

“Yes?”

Button swallowed hard. She didn’t have a bad voice, in fact, it sounded kind of pretty. The harsh tone, and low whisper, mixed with an odd amount of steel, made him hesitate. This was a mare who looked to be in her late twenties, so not exactly the sort to be at an arcade. She could be here because of home trouble too.

It never hurt to ask though, especially if he could possibly make her night better, so he straightened himself out, and gave her his best smile. “Well, I was hoping I might be able to share a game with you. See how fast two pros like us can beat it.”

The loud bang of the rifle on screen echoed in response to his statement, getting one of the trickier enemies that were behind cover as she smiled ever so slightly. Her eyes darted back to him, her sharp, angular face, following this time. Her mane was sleek and straight, framing her features perfectly. The smile was already gone by the time she was fully turned to him, but her eyes weren’t as hard as before.

For a moment, she simply stared at him, before turning back to the game for the next stage. As she began to pick off the targets, she said, just as cold as before, “If you want to play with me, go ahead. However, if you end up not being as good, then I will make you get off. Got it?”

Button hesitated as he picked up his token. As confident as he was in his skills, this mare was fantastic, and he didn’t want to make her any angrier. And, there was still time to check out other options…

Pick up the rifle

Head over to play Ferari Grand Pri

Leave and get some food.