Football singularity

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[Time: 12:02 PM]

The camera angle tightened slightly as May leaned forward, her zipper hanging loosely from her shoulders, gripping her controller tightly. Her manicured fingers flashed over the PS4 controller as her eyes remained locked on her own monitor. Rakim, who had at some point changed into a dark blue Kimono, slouched back in his gaming chair, a lopsided grin on his face that was starting to falter as he did his best to react.

Before he could even react, a flash grenade was thrown into the house, blinding him momentarily. Panicking, he started blasting his rifle, but his character's vision turned red with blood, and he was dead. [Killing Streak]

"Argh soggy cinemon biscuits!" He exclaimed in frustration, tossing the controller towards the designated pillow section.

In the next second, the replay of the kill appeared on the screen, showing Mays' character Simon "Ghost" Riley. She had thrown in a flash grenade to blind and discombobulate his senses from the outside, jumping in once she had succeeded, only to butcher him with her knife from behind.

"Sixteen to two?" he groaned, letting his head fall back dramatically. "Tell me how this is happening. You're spawn trapping me."

"You're just slow," May chirped sweetly, not taking her eyes off the screen. "Don't blame me because I have faster reflexes. You chose this map, remember?"

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user_undeadsniper69: bro getting cooked 💀RedJohn: she's got that school shooter aim 💅RK10fanpage: Rakim, blink twice if you need a tutorialG0tU4gain: MAY IS HIM 💯🔥

HandInYourJersy: She's got that red dot on him.

RoadKill: I think Bro needs to factory reset

Mary487: @RedJohn; its not too late to seek help

RedJohn: @Mary487; 218 Brook Hollow Drive, Springfield, IL 62704,USA

Mary487: W' W-wait a minute th'thats m'my house.

Ledgers-Joker: Unleash the Carnage

Moderator: @Ledgers-Joker; Wrong Multiverse

[RedJohn] has been banned

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PrimTillProm: I think Rakim lost a bunch of his matcho points right here; didn't he grow up in America, and isn't it like a natural progression to be good at shooter games?

IHaveBlackFriends: What, because he's black?

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May leaned back, victory screen glowing behind her like a digital crown. Rakim was still rubbing imaginary dirt off his pride when a donation prompt appeared on the screen. [WompWompBeats has donated $10: I know bullying Rakim is fun, but Y'all promised a dance break. Here's a mix I cooked just for this.]

May grinned and turned to Rakim. "You said we'd do it. No backing out now."

Rakim narrowed his eyes. "Of course not. After getting my ass handed to me so royally, the least I can do is to 'teach you how to boggie, teach you how to boggie," He retorted, breaking into a light dance on his chair towards the end.

"Oh, please stop, I can barely hold back from barfing," May said, rolling her eyes but smiling despite herself.

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[Time: 12:45 PM | Location: Game Room – Livestream Still Ongoing]

May pulled her headset off and stood, taking off her hoodie to reveal a Dolphin jersey underneath. "Alright, chat—y'all heard it. Dance break incoming."

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> _user_boogie4life_: STANKY LEGG TIME LET'S GOOOO 🔥🔥🔥

> _real_mvp7_: This finna be better than TikTok compilations

> _SnapbackDad96_: If he don't hit that Harlem Shake properly, we rioting.

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>_FreddyKrueger8851: What happened to that RedJohn fellow he was pretty funny

[_FreddyKrueger8851; has been kicked from the stream]

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May had set up a separate camera to record the dance challenge so they could post a better quality video later. A moment later, a bass-heavy beat dropped—a custom mashup of classic Florida party anthems woven with crisp percussion and 808s. From the sound of it, it was likely a remix of various songs from the Florida area.

"Okay," May said, after finishing her setup, just as the LED lights transitioned to a rainbow pulse. "Ok, don't chicken out on me after all that trash talk."

"Worry about yourself, babe, cause I had the best dance teacher in the world, grown up," He retorted with a confident smile as he did the final stretching of his limbs. "Jane, let's go in 3 seconds."

[3..2..1]

🎶 *"*Now watch me hit dat—*STANKY LEGG*!"* 🎶

As soon as the voice echoed over the bass drop, Rakim and May exploded into motion. Rakim hit the *Stanky Legg* with exaggerated rhythm, dipping low as May strutted sideways, her leg jerking in perfect time. The LED lights spiralled in time with the beat, flashing neon blues and greens as the camera caught their synchronised moves.

> *user_kandywrld*: OH NAH THEY ACTUALLY KILLIN THIS 😭😭

> *Got2Groove*: He hit that joint like his career depended on it

> *MaySimpsUnite*: NGL this is sus af

🎶 *"Do the Snake, then the Patch, now go Chicken-head!"* 🎶

The music shifted with a chopped-and-screwed tempo, and without missing a beat, May tilted her neck and shoulders, popping like she was born for the Chicken-head. Rakim fumbled the start but recovered quickly, transitioning into the Snake—arms rippling like waves.

> *CallOfBooty: How was this even a dance trend?

> *user_bouncemasta*: FLORIDA might need to recall these to the manufacturer.

🎶 *"Harlem in the house, now shake that joint!"* 🎶

"Time to get silly," Rakim said with a grin, then launched into the *Harlem Shake*, flailing with comedic precision before popping into a clean shoulder bounce. May laughed as she spun around him, hands up like she was directing traffic.

The beat *glitched*, then *slowed*, before an aggressive 808 *rumbled* through: 🎶 *"RUNNIN MAN MODE—ENGAGE."* 🎶

Rakim dropped into the *Running Man*, each step sharp and crisp trying to channel his inner Kyrie. May mirrored him perfectly, their bodies moving in mirrored rhythm. The chat spammed emojis and keyboard mash, all enjoying their show.

> *_RAKIMREDEEMED_: BROOO, ON THE COMEBACK ARC??*

> *user_runnin4real*: THIS IS FLORIDA CULTURE UNFILTERED

> *TwerkNation999*: JOOKINGGGG TIME BAYBEEEEE 💃💃💃

🎶 *"J-j-j-jook on 'em! Ayyeee!"* 🎶

The final beat melted into the grimy bounce of Miami bass, and Rakim hit a whole Jook routine—head dipped low, knees loose, feet sliding with swagger. May followed with clean glides and shoulder flicks, laughing out loud as Rakim added a cheeky body roll at the end.

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[Time: 15:58 PM | Location: Game Room]

A couple of hours later, they paused the stream and continued with their day. They had lunch and proceeded to do their second workout of the day, which was a chalesthenics-focused session. They followed that by spending time in the garden, with May wanting to plant flowers and Rakim watching her do it.

He was banished to do nothing after managing to annoy her enough to shoo him away. Not that he minded, as he quite loved watching how hard she worked to get the proper flower layout. Her nose would scrunch up whenever she didn't like something, only to redig a whole section to fix it.

He wasn't all useless, though, as he prepared lemonade and snacks for her, earning his keep. By the end, Mya had planted various tulips, daffodils, and crocuses, causing the section of the garden to look colourful. After a light dinner, they found themselves back in the gameroom for their evening stream.

Most folks had nothing better to do than consume content, now that they were locked inside their houses. Since that was Mays' career, Rakim took this chance to genuinely interest himself in her world and interact with his fans more. Usually, he'd be on a regulated schedule with early nap times and 5 a.m. wake-up workouts, but if he did that now, he'd go crazy.

Luckily, in their community, the laws on exiting the house were relaxed after 9 pm, allowing them to go on walks in the local park. Although it wasn't anything special with the new 2-meter regulations, they did get to see other people. Though most acted like they were trying to dodge the plage when they saw other people.

The two enjoyed these little walks almost as much as when they FaceTimed their family members. They would have definitely preferred to go home to their families, but that didn't stop them from making the best of the situation. Plus, even if flights were still allowed, neither of them would risk being in a confined plane with random people.

"You want to play a board game?" Rakim asked as he proceeded to walk towards a cupboard in the room.

"Board game, when was the last time we played one of those?" May asked, trying her best to exaggerate her shock for the viewers. "Oh, I remember it was the game night of 2017, Emma bankrupted in Monopoly, you lost to me in Jenga and somehow got suckered into playing pool against Reece."

"I have no recollection of such events. For further inquiries, call your local help centre," he responded with practised ease before opening the cupboard. "This is my very own wardrobe for the board game extravaganza of the century."

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To Be Continued...