Knock Out!

The Manbat dug the vinyl wedgy from his ass for the hundredth time as he waited in the bushes at the park. He had heard about a new "game " teens play called "Knock Out" where a group of kids pick a person more or less at random and dare a friend to punch the person to knock them out. Wayne was appalled by this news and just knew the Manbat had a mission to undertake. After a couple hours sweating like Richard Simmons in the bushes, Wayne pulled his track pants and hoodie on over his suit and put his mask away. He walked across the street to a local corner store and went inside to find something to eat.

Wayne Bruzinski leafed through a video game magazine while he waited for his burrito to finish it's radiation bath in the store microwave. "DX12 my ass. Like someone can tell the difference between that and dx10 or 11." He murmured as the microwave beeped the conclusion of it's cycle. He reached down for the door and pulled the burrito out, stringing a cheese rope from turn table to his hand. "Dem shits be hot." Wayne said as the cheese broke and bungeed to his palm. He wiped it on his sweatshirt and stuffed the food in his mouth.

"What's hot is dx12 and how badass that will be for the system." The clerk behind the counter said.

Wayne looked up at the guy "What the fuck!" He spat burrito bits everywhere. "You can't tell shit difference, they're just drumming up some hype because they're failing hard." He stuffed another bite in his mouth.

"Bullshit look at the difference." The clerk whipped out his tablet device and after a few seconds he pulled up a comparison of dx10 and dx11. "Cleary you can't see a difference in the two." The clerk sarcastically quipped as he held the tablet up.

Wayne grabbed the tablet with cheesey bean fingers and looked at the images. He laughed flinging more gut bomb out of his mouth. "That's just a little magnification and better resolution."

"What ever, look at it!" The clerk insisted. "It has better textures, lighting, particle effects and color."

"God damn it. I'm sick of everyone being all gay for the H Box Fun. It's a rip off and Phony's system is better and always has been!" Wayne visibly shook as he yelled and food was pouring from his mouth. "What's Left of Us was a great game with the best graphics by far and that was last gen. This next one doesn't need dx12 it has open GL and it's fine.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, What's Left of Us is better than Cleared for War and The Unchanted series has better graphics than Oval." The clerk laughed. "You fucking fan boys don't know shit. Enjoy Wad Nation Facials and Little Dick Planet on your Gaystation!"

"Unchanted is better than Oval and you're a fucking Nazi!" Wayne slammed the rest of his burrito on the floor and threw a five dollar bill at the clerk. "Have fun with your piece of trash H Box, have fun with your Oval series that's played out." Wayne stomped out the door and the cashier followed him.

He popped his head out on Wayne and yelled, "The only Oval that's played out is the brown one between your mom's butt cheeks!" 

Wayne stalked off when he couldn't think of a come back and it didn't matter because the clerk went back inside any way. "Man fuck that guy, what a dick." Wayne held his hands up mimicking a handicapped person. "I play with Master Butt Cheek's brown oval." He muttered. Suddenly Wayne heard footsteps approaching quickly followed by a voice shouting "Knock out!" then his world went dark. Wayne fell as the youth knocked the living shit out of him and hit his head on the curb. He was rushed to the hospital and was admitted to intensive care for massive head trauma. The blow was so fierce it caused severe brain damage. The Manbat strikes again.