Page 70 of From Drummer to Gamer
Fuck, she was online.
She was probably thinking she had sent a request by mistake when she noticed my name among her other friends, which I was sure was a hundred or more, given her popularity.
But not even seconds passed when my chat box lit up.
DaisyLuna: Wanna game?
What in the actual fuck?
“Hey fucker, are we playing or not?” Mikey’s voice snapped my attention to him.
“I don’t think so,” I muttered. “I think I’m going to play with someone else.”
“Who the fuck would want to play with you?” Mikey asked, tossing his controller aside as he sprawled back on the couch. “You always lose.”
“No, I don’t, and it’s Daisy Luna.”
“Who the fuck is that?” he questioned before sliding his gaze to the screen. “Wait, it says she ranks sixth. Isn’t she that fucking gamer that you obsess over all the time and secretly watch her videos when no one is looking.”
“I’m not obsessed,” I mumbled as I typed to her. “And I watch to learn. She’s good.”
LootLord10124: How did you find me?
“So what are you guys friends now?”
DaisyLuna: I find random players to play with all the time
DaisyLuna: To improve my skills.
“Looks like it,” I whispered to him as I read her message.
And before I could reply, another one came through.
DaisyLuna: So still wanna game?
Wow, she really did want to play with me.
LootLord10124: Will you be streaming this live?
DaisyLuna: No, I won’t be streaming for a while since I’m training for the tournament. Hence, here I am, challenging myself with new players.
Hmm, that did seem plausible.
“She is insistent,” Mikey said, throwing me a grin. “Her name is Daisy Luna, but she could be a dude trying to honey trap you.”
I shot him a glare and switched the chat box to my phone so I could keep it away from that fucker’s eyes.
LootLord10124: Sure then, let’s play.
DaisyLuna: Inviting you to the party.
I accepted, and within seconds, I appeared in her lobby in my wraith night skin, who was a dark warrior lord with shadows swirling around him.
Luna was in her signature skin, celestial lunar guardian, where the character had long, wavy caramel hair cascading down to her hips with a mid-fifteenth century gold armor plate that swept down to a flowing skirt almost as if it were made of stars and air.
DaisyLuna: Do you have access to a microphone?
Before I could type a response, Raphael jumped from Emmie’s side and sauntered over to me. “Wait, are you playingFantasy Legends?” His wide eyes trained on me. “With my sis…no wait, with Daisy Luna?” he shouted in glee.
