Men must always be proving that they are men. This can be done by a precise UFC prediction. This can be done by a precise UFC reenactment. But how can the less physically astute, less creatine jacked population of young males prove their levels of testosterone?
Pixel on pixel action.
The whirr of the joystick, click-mash of the buttons, slight grunts, innocent vocal jabs and explosion of colors. The battleground of video games. I played them some, when I was younger. I collated and delivered many a North Shore News to buy that sought after n64. Sleepovers in grades 6 and 7 consisted mainly of all night Goldeneye campaigns.
Overnight scrimmages of this nature are still very prominent for young males, especially in university dorms. Crowded rooms, chairs pulled up, eyes fixated, shouts, whups and hollers – it’s Halo time. Darker confines, the eerie click of the mouse, insomnia – it’s World of Warcraft time.
The girls walk right by and straight into a soiree of Leafs jerseys and backwards Under Armor hats. Impromptu push-up competition anyone?
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