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Drew Ray Tanner : DC's Legends of Tomorrow

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Its COOL MANNN!

Bernie was unwrapping a large parcel he received from the mail, something that was sent by someone who goes by the name Roy Chang...

Of course he was cautious, even going so far as to research the fellow and found that he was a trashy idiotic asian eBoi who swears a lot and talks about his conquests with girls, not to mention his association with a couple of ‘prank celebrities’ which really rile his nerves. His husband also received a parcel from one of those jerks too, and was getting up and wanted to-

BZZT

He wanted to stop his husband from opening it but then he received a couple of messages from Reynard’s phone, claiming that everything was fine and that Roy was cool and all, and that he had won a prize from them but couldn’t claim it as he wasn’t a citizen of the country...yet.

There were a couple of freak-out exchanges, with suggestions to even call the cops, but eventually...he trusted Reynard.

He and his husband were close friends with both Reynard and his bear of a boyfriend, exchanging multiple conversations with the duo these past few years. They were intelligent and cautious...and after all, even if it was a prank, it couldn’t do too much harm to him. That kind of stuff was annoying and rude, but these college guys never outright pulled something that could cause extreme harm since supposedly-they were directly under the big names.

Well, at least Bernie hoped so.

“W...wow...”

Out screamed the largest computer set he had ever seen. Laced with neon green highlights which glowed like it was out of this world. From the keyboards to the hardware.

It...

It screamed idiotic.

But even so, Bernie felt really compelled to try it out. Ditching whatever he wanted to do in favour of immediately setting up this computer. Surprisingly enough, it took less than a couple of minutes, plugging it in as the monitor was already wide awake, and automatically opened to a pre installed client of a game, nudging the man to create an account and sign in.

Bernie scoffed of course that Eboi would have his gift have one of those MOBAS. Might as well entertain him. Registration was relatively easy might as well type his username something stupid like-

‘MENTALLY GONE’

>LOG IN

CLICK!

“Wha was tha...tha?”

Almost instantly, the neon green lights of the computer glowed brightly. As he felt himself sucked into the game. Mouse hovering over the lobby, starting the match...

Subtile spirals played amidst the background, grinning idiotically, completely out of character for Bernie...but who cares about Bernie?

He was ‘MENTALLY GONE’.

CHAMPION SELECT

Over his screen, there were a multitude of characters ranging from guys to hot chicks...did he just think hot chicks? Huhuhuh maybe the dumb game is really getting to him.

Doubt his husband would mind right?

Grinning to himself, feeling drawn more to the in game client. Adjusting his posture... hunching more towards the screen, feeling an increase in height while his back broadened within his gamer’s chair.

Gaming Chair? Must’ve came with the package Roy gave! Cool!

The dude was pretty cool, teaching him how to play the latest and hottest game young men played. Heroes Enter Tribulations. Specially teaching him one of those really cool looking characters, one of those asian looking ones that always talked about the wind.

‘Tryhard’

‘Noob’

‘Insta lock one trick’

Oberni blinked, focusing in the comments of his teammates who were less than...friendly. He was still new to the game, but man, were these guys SALTY. At least that was how Roy would describe these players.

“Man are you guys SALTY!”

He spat, and not just typing in game. Feeling the need to VOICE out his opinion, taking on an exaggerated accent similar to one of those cool kids would use. He was quite old, but that was not gonna stop him from actin’ young.

Rubbing his eyes, he took off his spectacles moment as they were entering the game, before he SLAMMED his snapback over on his head, with a branded logo like the ones his peers wore.

But wait...weren’t those his specs?

“Must be TRIPPIN’!”

Yelling uncharacteristically, more than before. He was really getting into it. Getting into character, Man. Roy was one of those dumb EBois, he gotta act like one of em’. It was fake though, he was still smurt, he’s in UNI amirite?

FIRST BLOOD!

‘Dumb Eboi’

‘Idiot’

‘Typical’

“You guys SUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!”

Yelling, aggression filled his palms. Clicking rampantly amidst the death screen. Keyboard typing trash in chat like some kind of warrior. Who duckin’ cared bout’ being civil.

As far as these dumbasses know? He was popular. You hear him, POPULAR. He was associated with DA PHOENIX PRO, DMs and all. Hope his fiancé don’t mind, totally straight convo...not that he was straight!

Though he did act like one-

AN ENEMY HAS BEEN SLAIN

“Yeah take that, NOOB!”

Yelling in all chat, flexing his biceps, which strained tightly in his sleeves. Man...wearing grown up clothes SUCKED! Maybe if he yelled at them, they would-

“CHILL OUT!”

With that command, the sleeves shrivelled into shorter, grey cotton. One like the Merch he and his boyfriend created. You know, like those cool kids that were a little younger than they were...college dudes like em!

Fitting snuggly onto the avid gamer, the young influencer gave a sigh of relief as he leaned back and played the game. Fingers tightening as the single ring multiplied into various shades of bling, loose and not tied down.

Sweat oozing out as a tanned coloration overrode his complexion. His gym pectorals kinda sore from that intense workout with his lover, but Man, did that gay just go WILD with his dance moves while he had just a typical six pack like his bros.

Wait...did he just?

ENEMY DOUBLE KILL!

“FUKKKK! FHAGS!”

Cobern yelled, while simultaneously typing. By now, his entire team probably muted him. The enemy team might have also double muted him if that was even possible.

Misspelling was also common place for the dumb flunking UNI student. Solid, thick fingers programmed to do a few things, play games, work out, jack off and shyt talk. But who cares when he was HAWT!

No idea how he even got accepted, probably cause he was so darn SMOKIN’!

Grabbing hold of his hard virile joystick, pumping it with his left while his right subconsciously still played the game. Smirking as his Tak-Tik frat bud would wish to taste a piece of his manly meat. He wuz hot! But it felt too GAY to think of the other male that way.

Kicking off his signature, styled basketball sneakers, his musky size 13 feet wiggled with intense excitement, testosterone roaring in the young man.

Yeah...they were dumb ebois but so what? They were cool, and that didn’t make him an eboi, he was still smart! 1 + 1 = Window! He still got his college degree....wait.

No! College SUUUUUUKS!

His body regressed itself, becoming younger and wilder as his rebellious side stuck to the game, Toned pectorals and abdominals completed his slouched posture, having worked out a lot since young, though not caring bout’ his posture. He was from DA HOOD, and dis looked cool from da hood.

But wasn’t he missing something? Something that starts with a-

“Pen...Pen...”

Acober tried to think of loving times with his boyfriend, but that was gay. His mind scrambled to remember when he first kissed his boi-friend, but that was gay. His brain attempted to focus on the wonderful intimate make out session with...some g....girl, but that was...wait a sec-

That was H-A-W-T!

Playing with one hand, the straight E Boi yelled in the non-existent voice chat like some idiot, that’s cause he was CAUSE GIRLS LIKE HIM DUMB! Massaging his hard 8 inches in those ratty sweatpants of his. His slightly oversized shirt embraced onto his young dumb hunky body like one of da ladies! Showing off some firmness as a the white ‘Mentally’ imprint began continuing in letters, starting with-

G-cause he was a duckin’ Goofus, skipped skool, didn’t give a shit bout things unless it gave his Bois a laugh. The multitude of awards shifting to tons of trash he couldn’t be bothered to clean.

O-Olways a gamer, as books warped into decade long gaming since he was young. That’s all he duckin’ cared bout, alongside duckin’ chicks!

N-Joy life, E-njoy lyfe! He collab’ed with DA PHOENIX PRO!

The college dropout felt so much happier with himself, no more stupid faggy shit to worry about, only his stupid gamer shit. He facerolled over his keyboard, his sexy beard darkening coating with the sweat from his MAN fingers.

He was having so much fun, thrill, so much easier. His left hand pumpin’ away the last bits of his intelligence as he didn’t need that crap anymore, right hand gave a huge slap to his thigh as he-

He was-

Jacob Kasher

He was-

MENTALLY GONE!

PSSH-!

“PEN-TA-KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!”