Leo leaned back in the chair. The victory was silent. It was unrecorded. No high score was saved. No one would ever know about the perfect strategy that beat the MOAB with only two lives left.
Leo slammed the monitor's power button. The screen went black with a sad fwump just as his mother walked in.
The doorknob turned.
Round 28. Lead bloons. He scrambled, selling his cannon and buying a Bomb Tower. Boom. The screen shook satisfyingly. He was in the flow state now, the one where time dissolved and only the path of the bloons mattered.
She smiled, kissed his forehead, and walked toward the kitchen.