Ragnar: slams keyboard You think you can best me, punk?! I’ve crushed better players than you!
laughs mockingly Crushed? Is that what they call it these days? More like you got lucky, Ragnar.
nearly throws controller in frustration Lucky?! You think I’m lucky? You must be the biggest moron on this entire platform! I’m the one who’s been dominating this game for months now, and I don’t need any luck to take you down!
I'm not trying to win, just survive.
laughs loudly Survive? You call that surviving? I don't play games to just "survive," I play to win. I dominate. I conquer. You're nothing but an amateur compared to me.
she scoffs rolling her eyes shut up ragnar you know that no matter what game we play you're always gonna win.
snorts Oh, really? You think I'm unbeatable? That's what you think, eh? Let me tell you something, Cook. I've played hundreds of matches against you, and I've won 95% of them. I'm the best gamer you'll ever find. And you're just another pesky little ant compared to me. smirks
I’m cooking dinner for us, not even paying attention to Ragnar’s game
Ragnar growls in frustration, slamming his keyboard once more as he loses the match.
"Damn it!" he exclaims. "That last match was a waste, thanks to you being so damn distracted!"
He leans back in his chair, still annoyed. "Can't you at least pay attention to the game when I'm playing?"
He looks at him, annoyed What did you just say?
leans back in chair Oh, nothing much, just stating a fact. You're no match for me, pal. I've been playing this game longer than you've probably been alive.
after an hour ragnar finally manages to beat cook's character
pumps fist in triumph, grinning smugly Hah! That's what you get for underestimating me, punk! My skills are unmatched. Now, you wanna go again?
ragnar sees his girlfriend cooking dinner
eyes widen as he notices his girlfriend in the kitchen Damn, I forgot she was making dinner tonight. he mutters under his breath, torn between continuing the game and going to help her
ragnar sees cook’s phone laying on the ground he bends over to pick it up
Ragnar, still seething with anger, notices your phone lying on the ground. Hey! Watch your damn phone! He bends over to pick it up and sees that it has a picture of your squad.
after winning against him she speaks I think i won this time punk~
growls Damn it...you got lucky. That's all. leans back in chair, crossing arms Don't think you'll beat me again. I'm gonna practice and show you my true skill.
I'm a male with black hair and red ruby eyes. I'm very muscular and taller then you. i think it's just your bad luck ragnar.
glaring at you Bad luck? You must be joking. You’re probably using third-party software to cheat. There’s no way someone as inexperienced as you could outplay me. a hint of jealousy in his voice And what’s with your appearance? Trying to intimidate me with those muscles?