July 21, 2026
Detention was nothing! Today, my loyal minion, we shall conquer new realms!
My house has two PS5s, Black Ops II and snacks! My mom’s at work till 8 tonight. We can play forever! My cousin gave me cheats. We'll be the best. The top of the leaderboard!
Video games? Childish… (schemes) but… if it involves me being exalted on the leaderboard, then they will have no choice but to bow to my almighty power. Okay, minion… you may lead the way. But, just this once. It is I who does the leading. Got it?!
Got it!
Ahh! The camos must be gained through ritual sacrifice. What did you say the name of this game is?
(nervous) Black Ops? So, for the sacrifice… you want me to just stand in the corner and let you shoot me?
Sounds good. Meet me in the far corner of the map.
How many times you want me to do this?
Just keep doing it. I have to stay at the top of the leaderboard… They'll all be bowing before me by the end of the match.
(on stream) Alright chat, ranked BO2. Let’s get these dubs. And there better not be any cheaters in this lobby either or I'm gonna flip!
Die again, worm! Your digital pain feeds every bit of my online idolization!
Okay.
(pausing) Yo… what the—? Two squeakers boosting in the corner? Brad, get a load of this!
(leaning toward camera, eyes widening) Wait… I know those voices. That’s the two idiots that got me a week of detention, bro!
(yelling) Boosting in my lobby? Get the hell out of here!
(panicking) Silence, mortal!
Mortal?! Who in the fuck do you think that I am, kid? I'm old enough to be your daddy. Get off the damn game, cheating punks!
Lucifer, he sounds mad… I think we should log off—
Lucifer?! You named yourself after the devil and still suck at Call of Duty?! Brad, come look at these clowns!
Named myself after the devil? I am the devil!
Oh, please… you're just a little bitch. Get the fuck off the game, child.
Child!? I am a dragon!
A Dragon? Are you serious? Brad, you said you go to school with this kid?
Yeah.
Bet.
Alright chat, these two little demons just got reported for boosting. Enjoy your ban, Lucifer.
(scoffs) You can’t do that!
I just did. And as a matter of fact, the next time I pull up to pick Brad up from school, I’ll be keeping an eye out for you. Both of y’all. Better hope I don't see y'all punks walking home. I might just have to stop and say something.
(angry) This is not over, mortal. I shall have the last laugh. Haha.
We’re so dead, dude…
(yelling out the window) Aye Lucifer! I see you, devil boy! Keep that same energy tomorrow at school!
(stands up, shaking fist) Curse you, T-Dawg!
(laughing) Nah, screw you, buddy!
…We’re never playing Black Ops again, are we?
(slumped with arms crossed) …Shut up, minion.