The normal sounds of Insert Coin were laid along the lines of low talking and the sounds of various machines all going at once, with magical jingles and voice acted dying grunts; Roxy had initially worried that she might be considered "too old" for the scene, but upon arrival, she had been mollified to see that the vast majority of gamers there were all around college age or older. Alright, so she was still hip. She could totally run with the cool kids.
A few minutes later saw her in The Zone on one of the many brands of first person shooter games the arcade had to offer; Roxy was content with sniping left and right for the sake of tickets, though it soon became obvious that not everyone was having such a pleasant experience with their own games of choice.
The exclamation (was it considered an onomatopoeia if she heard it instead of read it? hmm) was met with Roxy getting fuckin' wrecked by the zombies she was battling against, thanks to popping her head around the corner to check out what the hell the malfunction was. She whistled low after seeing some dude struggling with the crane machines; that was pretty much everyone's bane of existence, but considering he was so expressive about his frustration, it was pretty obvious he was a newb. After adjusting her snapback and stuffing her earned tickets into her backpack, Roxy strolled on over, thumbs hooked into the pockets of her jeans.
"Hmmm. Seems like you got a disastrous case of the 'Cane Rage' there, dude." Roxy tilted her head, clicking her tongue soon after as she observed the dilemma. Yeah, def a n00b. "If you don't mind me bustin' in on your sick game, I could try and give you a hand with winnin' the toy of your dreams. Whaddya say?"
Roxy: Examine the Crane Rager.
A few minutes later saw her in The Zone on one of the many brands of first person shooter games the arcade had to offer; Roxy was content with sniping left and right for the sake of tickets, though it soon became obvious that not everyone was having such a pleasant experience with their own games of choice.
The exclamation (was it considered an onomatopoeia if she heard it instead of read it? hmm) was met with Roxy getting fuckin' wrecked by the zombies she was battling against, thanks to popping her head around the corner to check out what the hell the malfunction was. She whistled low after seeing some dude struggling with the crane machines; that was pretty much everyone's bane of existence, but considering he was so expressive about his frustration, it was pretty obvious he was a newb. After adjusting her snapback and stuffing her earned tickets into her backpack, Roxy strolled on over, thumbs hooked into the pockets of her jeans.
"Hmmm. Seems like you got a disastrous case of the 'Cane Rage' there, dude." Roxy tilted her head, clicking her tongue soon after as she observed the dilemma. Yeah, def a n00b. "If you don't mind me bustin' in on your sick game, I could try and give you a hand with winnin' the toy of your dreams. Whaddya say?"