The sound of the keys from the keyboard being hammered rang loudly from Timmy’s room. It was loud enough for his sister next door who was studying for the coming exam to plug her ears with the tissue papers. Not only the sound of keys , of course , but also the music , fighting sounds from his computer as well. But his family was used to the late night chaos from him.

Timmy had left the school at the early age , against his mother’s wish I might add , to join in the emerging sports for electronic game players or “e-sports”. But Timmy , who had lost his father to car accident when he was 5 , would have none of the advice from his mother. Within a few year , Timmy was crowned the top 3 players of the game counter-strike and won multiple awards and prize money. It was more than his family expected of him and they found themselves suddenly being able to afford items and overseas trips from his fame that otherwise they wouldn’t had even dream of.

The downside to all that fame and fortune was , of course , having Timmy making loud noises and cursing all through the night. It was maddening but no one said a thing. The noise paid for their school fees , car and the beautiful town house that they were residing. It was as if Timmy was a complete stranger who was also living in the house with them.

Once day , while Timmy was “owning” , in-game speaking meaning winning , the game , he suddenly got a message via pop-up at the side. It was an invitation to a private gaming room which he had never heard of it before. Intrigued , he accepted the invitation and found himself as part of a group of players , some of whom he recognized by their reputation but others he had never heard of before.

Soon , the group admin spoke. He explained they were part of a program which recruit elite players from around the world to plan for actual battles. They were warned not to leak it to anyone else or will suffer consequences. He ended with the note that they would be contacted as and when they are required. Then the game ended.