I stand in the corner, my back pressed against the wall, my eyes darting left and right. No sign of activity. Only the green strobes of light running across my body and my face, the menacing rays of which I’m trying to avoid. Anonymity is key in the darkness. Unrecognized, I can stealthily move past the searing lights and strike. If I’m lucky, I score. If not, I move to another spot and try again.
There are always other people who will love to see me down. Vulnerability is the juice that drives them to pursue me relentlessly, so I avoid appearing weak. Even as I hide among the shadows, I move with agility and with a clear sense of purpose. I must mean business. Hesitations can only lead to my paralysis, and it is never good to be paralyzed in the darkness.
The goal of the pursuit is to score. I must always remember this.
The corner where I am at is no longer friendly territory. Someone familiar is approaching, and he is not an ally; he is an enemy. From the way his feet shuffle against the floor, from the way his hands quiver, and from the way he keeps checking his back, I know that he is unsure about his surroundings. A newbie, in other words. I can overcome him. He is an easy prey.
With just a few steps separating us, I brandish my weapon and strike. His face is in shock as he sees me, but his recognition comes too late. He is down. I finally get the points.
One out, 28 more to go.
In this LazerXtreme Arena, I shall rise above all others. I will be number one.