Literature
Game On.
With the final seconds ticking away and a last bit of boost, Rawket's car lunged into the ball, sending it flying like a rocket across the whole of the field and straight into the opponents net, causing it to explode like a firework and declare the end of the match and Rawket's team the victors. “That's complete Ball!” Rory exclaimed slamming the controller down onto the sofa. “It's like the A.I. on yer side knew everything I was gonna do whist mine acted like confused Englishmen, how is that even fair!” The fiery haired Scotsman continued his ranting, much to the pleasure of Rawket who was trying his back to hold back a laugh. “Cheer up, it was only 11-0 in the end.” He responded with an innocent looking smile. “Aye bite me ya blooming.” Rory trailed off into gibberish mumbling, at least that's what it sounded like to the rest of the group. “Anyway who's next.” Rawket looked over to his friends, all of which seemed to appear defeated to some capacity. “Man you've beaten all of