Already unpacked and moved in Atlas sat in his beanbag chair, the plastic clicking of of his controller clicking away filled the room. "Aww! HEY! I'm on your team you wanker!" Atlas yelled, headphones on his head to keep the noise down. He pushed his glasses up on his nose as thy slipped down. He leaned forward, like that would help him in the game and the plastic clicking got faster till digital blood splattered the screen and the young man slumped in his chair. "Fucking wankers, if you are not going to play right, then don't play...acting like damned ten year olds..." He paused for a moment, listening to his headphones. "Then you shouldn't be playing if you are gonna get all hurt feelings, there is an age rating on this thing for a damned reason...go to fucking bed and stop with the tantrum. Odysseus out." He said before logging off the game and tossing the headphones on the floor in front of him. "Damned ten year olds...what the hell are their parents thinking?" He asked as he stretched, his arms going over his head and his shirt ridding up as he arched his back and twisted. "Hnnn...what to eat? He asked himself and scratched his head as he turned around.