Mr. Mitty sat alone on the long street bench. He had to admit that he was really tired. He looked at his watch; it was 3 pm. “Still an hour left,” he muttered. Crowds of people were walking past him in the center of the city. “It is so noisy,” he thought. He looked at the big screen on the top of the building; there was a commercial of a new video game. Mr. Mitty suddenly smiled, “Video games.”
… “Let’s go, Walter! Beat them! Walter, you are the hope of America! Finish the game!” the audiences who were watching the final of League of Legends shouted. Walter Mitty, a young man with U.S uniform, was sitting in front of a computer. His team members were next to him. Nasus, Walter’s figure in the game, was the only survivor after the final team fight. However, another champion team from South Korea had three members left. Walter looked at his health number, 247, a really low number as compared to his whole health 3408. Any of the enemies could kill him easily, and they were attacking his turrets, which is the last protection of his central crystal. His hands were sweating, his brain started to calculate his damage and the possibility of being able to protect the central crystal. Even though he had full health, it was still almost impossible to kill three major members of the enemy team. “Walter! Walter! Use your teleport! Teleport to their central crystal and destroy it! We will win!” Ben, one of his team members, shouted to Walter Mitty through the headset. His eyes quickly focused on the top lane, the only lane he could use to teleport to the minions. He pressed the F (teleport) key …
“What are you thinking here?” interrupted a familiar voice. Mr. Mitty looked up, it was Mrs. Mitty. “You should really change your old and bad habits. It’s a waste of time!” Mrs. Mitty said. “OK, OK, I will.” Mr. Mitty grabbed his wife’s hand and walked to his car.
… “Let’s go, Walter! Beat them! Walter, you are the hope of America! Finish the game!” the audiences who were watching the final of League of Legends shouted. Walter Mitty, a young man with U.S uniform, was sitting in front of a computer. His team members were next to him. Nasus, Walter’s figure in the game, was the only survivor after the final team fight. However, another champion team from South Korea had three members left. Walter looked at his health number, 247, a really low number as compared to his whole health 3408. Any of the enemies could kill him easily, and they were attacking his turrets, which is the last protection of his central crystal. His hands were sweating, his brain started to calculate his damage and the possibility of being able to protect the central crystal. Even though he had full health, it was still almost impossible to kill three major members of the enemy team. “Walter! Walter! Use your teleport! Teleport to their central crystal and destroy it! We will win!” Ben, one of his team members, shouted to Walter Mitty through the headset. His eyes quickly focused on the top lane, the only lane he could use to teleport to the minions. He pressed the F (teleport) key …
“What are you thinking here?” interrupted a familiar voice. Mr. Mitty looked up, it was Mrs. Mitty. “You should really change your old and bad habits. It’s a waste of time!” Mrs. Mitty said. “OK, OK, I will.” Mr. Mitty grabbed his wife’s hand and walked to his car.