Rocket League: Gasoline and Grass

The stadium roared as the score tied. Seven seconds left on the clock and I was expecting it to go into overtime, already planning how I would out maneuver my opponent at the go. He caught me slipping though; where I had seen a dead clock, my friend and rival spotted an opportunity. I can’t be sure if it was skill, luck, or a combination of both, but I saw his orange car fly over mine and nail the ball square. It shot towards the goal and the sight struck me with fear. I hit the power slide, launching myself back after swerving the wrong way from my momentum, but I wasn’t going to make it.

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About stephenwilds

Writing in the dirty South, this recovering internet addict wakes up every morning wrestling with nightmares of Silent Hill, Battletoads, and where to put that third comma.
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