Yesterday my brother and I played Minecraft. I'd planned on playing version 1.12 today... but ya, they canceled that release date. Anyhow, I can easily get intimidated by the stress and pressure of a lot of games, especially online games where you're reking real people, so I like to chill my nerves by playing a good session of Hypixel Murder Mystery. Basically one guy is the murderer and he tried to kill a bunch of innocents without them knowing its him/her. By the way it's actually an very high pressure game, I was being sarcastic about it helping me relax.
Me and my brother like playing it together, especially when one of us is the murderer. We often tell each other what's up, but I often like to keep it a secret. It freaks my brother out sometimes, haha. But yesterday was a great gaming session. I had like 3% every round of being murderer and was actually chosen to be around 20% of the time. My brother never gets to be it though, I feel kind of bad. But I was a ton of games as murderer, taking people's lives before they could even get the chance to tell anyone else! It was so much fun.
Luckily when my brother did find out when I'm murderer, he tended not to shoot me when he had gold for a bow. He's been playing a lot more online Minecraft, especially a game where hitting with a bow is your only hope for winning, and oh my golly has it payed off. He hit about 95% of his the shots when we were playing together, no matter how far away or how fast his target was moving. It scared me every time. How does one become that skillful? Practice, of course. Which is why school bothers me so much. I was to become better at gaming, but I often have to get off to do homework. What a bummer. It's so hard to get myself to work when I'm surrounded by so many games and toys in the form of computers. Even the device I use to do my homework, it's the central hub of my gaming! How cruel is that! It's a partially gaming laptop with a 10 hour battery, so it has to make do for both chores. Pfft.
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