He didn't get the five thousand dollars, but he did get a sponsorship offer the next day from a cleaning supply company. Their pitch? "For when your gaming gets UnEpic." Arthur took the deal. At least now he had clean socks.
On the screen, Fenris_the_Slayer stopped mid-charge. He didn't take cover. He didn't fire. He simply began to walk slowly, helplessly, into a brick wall. The chat log exploded: WTF Fenris? Is he lagging? GamingBeasts? More like GamingBambi. UNEPIC FAIL. UnEpic(GamingBeasts.com)
Arthur logged into the GamingBeasts tournament portal. The prize was five thousand dollars—enough to fix his car and maybe buy a chair that didn't squeak every time he breathed. He didn't get the five thousand dollars, but
Arthur watched in horror as the enemy team approached his stuttering character. They didn't even use high-powered weapons; they took turns hitting him with frying pans, the ultimate humiliation in the game's mechanics. He lost the match. He lost the prize. He lost his dignity. At least now he had clean socks