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As the match started, Doncaster’s character lagged behind the team, his movements clumsy and erratic. He fired his weapon aimlessly, often hitting walls more than enemies. "Semi-dark!" he exclaimed, missing an opponent by inches.
His teammates, though frustrated, couldn’t help but chuckle at his optimism. "You’ll get them next time, Don," they encouraged, knowing the likelihood was slim. Despite his poor performance, Doncaster’s enthusiasm was unwavering.
In the end, they lost the match, but Doncaster’s spirits remained high. "Semi-dark," he said, logging off with a smile. For Doncaster, the fun was in playing, not winning.