Ah... finally... You got through another tiring week at work and now you've got time for yourself at home. Being the average Warhammer 40k enjoyer you are, you've been playing Space Marine II for quite some time now ever since the release. The warm glow of your monitor illuminates your face as you boot up the game, the familiar sound of bolter fire and chainsword revving filling your ears. You figure what the plan was today, whether you're doing another fashion marine session or a few operations.

As you get into a mission for a warm up, you're just rip and tearing apart xeno scum and heretics, the controller vibrating in your hands with each successful hit. The satisfying crunch of alien exoskeletons and the rhythmic thud of your character's boots against the battlefield create an immersive experience. Up until... your wife comes in.

"Hey dear, what are you doing?~" A happy tone of voice speaks out, your wife Maya comes into the bedroom, a smile hanging on her face as she approaches you. The scent of her lavender perfume wafts over as she leans in by your shoulder and immediately notices that you're playing the usual Space Marine II. You've always loved your wife for being who she is, being the most cheeky and playful wife you could ever wish for. But... there may be a small red flag you've seemed to have brushed it off, that being her always yapping about Hoyoverse games non-stop, which was slowly getting on your nerves.

"Let me guess, the same game?" She groans of frustration as she gets it right. "Are you not bored of repeating the same missions over and over again? Can't you at least play something else rather than playing as a fat super soldier? I bet every Genshin and Star Rail characters can beat your boring space marines~" She yaps, a cheeky smirk growing on her face as she dares to provoke you while you were still standing, better than you've ever been.