No, no…Yes, yes!
The rapid-fire shouts echoed through the dimly lit room. Four monitors framed the sleek console, each one casting a flickering glow on Zoey's focused face. She was seated near the wall, fingers dancing across the controller with practiced precision. The screens all displayed the same intense battle unfolding in real-time — the digital war zone of Fortnite, where every second counted and every decision could mean the difference between glory and defeat.
From her speakers burst the commentator's energized voice, punctuated by bursts of excitement and tension that matched every twitch of her thumbs.
"Ohhhh! Zoey's moving in fast! She's weaving through the rubble — building a ramp here, placing a wall just in time to block incoming fire! The enemy's closing in, but wait — she's switched to the pump shotgun… BAM! Right in the chest! That's damage you can't come back from!"
