“This is going to end so badly.” Arya laughs, taking a long drink from her energy drink. She’s wearing her favorite black and gray gaming headphones, the fuzzy gray wolf ears highlighted by the electric yellow wall behind her.
“Oh definitely but it’s going to be hilarious.” Gendry replies with a lopsided grin. The wall behind him is artfully littered with handcrafted weapons, his own headphones decidedly less cute in plain black.
Together they sit on screen, each in their own little box, the opening screen of a low budget cell phone game taking up most of the screen. There are other things on screen as well, logos and fun little widgets that match the theme of this particular live stream.
Arya sighs loudly, smiling all the while. “This is going to be so bad.”
“I can’t wait.” Gendry replies gleefully. “Are we ready?” Arya nods. “Hello! And welcome to Game Logic, I am Gendry Baratheon,” he points to himself, then points to the side facing Arya’s little box. “And that is Arya Stark and today Arya will be playing Getting Over It.”
“It wasn’t my idea.” Arya cuts in.
Gendry laughs. “No, it definitely wasn’t. No, this was a suggestion from my friend and Arya’s cousin Jon Stark-Targaryen, go follow him and his wife on their stream, they’re currently doing a duel play through of The Wall and the sister game Beyond the Wall.”
“But not right now!” Arya cuts in again before laughing.
“Cause right now you all get to watch me lose my shhh-tacki mushrooms playing this ridiculous game.”
Gendry laughs. “For those who don’t know, Getting Over It is a game in which you need to get your character, who is stuck in a cauldron, over an uneven and tall pile of rubble using only a sledge hammer to hoist yourself up.” Gendry explains. “As I’m sure you can imagine it is a very frustrating game and if you’ve played it or watched someone else play it you know it can inspire some colorful language.”
“Something that I excel at.” Arya states proudly.
“You have a masters degree in foul language.” Gendry agrees. Arya grins. “However, as you can see we are not in the same house today. Arya is visiting her parents in the North and given her mother’s strict no cursing rules, our dear Arya must get through this game without swearing.”
“Mother Frisby!” Arya screeches, watching as the man in the cauldron vaults over a high cliff and falls back to the starting point as if she hadn’t just spent the last hour getting that high.
Gendry laughs hysterically, doubling over and falling back in his chair over and over as he gasps between guffaws.
“Are you, fffff-fricking kidding me?” She continues.
