This story if for the people in
The Writer's Club.
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Jake was the crime-fighting all-round good guy that every girl had a crush on, to him. He would walk around his house with his nose held high. This was the same way he walked throughout school, the park, and any other place any person could possibly think about walking. He was on the look-out for the latest crime-fight episode to occur so that he could show off some of his skill.
One day, at the mall, Jake had already eaten, shopped, and finished up all he could think about excluding one thing: the gaming store. Waltzing through the aisles, Jake had formerly heard about a new-fangled video game with destruction, explosion, guns, and the like jammed packed into one huge aroma of violence.
Rated Teen, Jake thought as he strolled down the video game aisle to come upon the letter "T" in the new game section,
Not to worry, I'm mature.
Jake picked up the game and scanned over the back cover and front cover. This game surely appeared to be all it was wound-up to be in prior discussions with his friends. Holding the game out in front of him, Jake looked over the cover one last time before saying, "Perfect."