Neville felt like punching someone.
Who approved of entering names on voice command? What if there's an accent? Could they be completely sure of the spelling? Even he couldn't spell Irish names right!
The waiting area morphed into existence around him. Neville blinked as his eyes adjusted to the metallic gray space with several seats and a big screen like those in the cinema.
Other players stood scattered across the room, all wearing identical helmets that obscured their faces. Their avatars looked generic, but their gamer tags floated above their heads in various colors and shimmered with their titles. Honestly, they look slightly like Power Rangers.
They were all staring at him.
More specifically, they were staring at his gamer tag, which glowed green.
One of them couldn't help but snort. It was the one with a bulky avatar with the tag [IronFistforYou] hovering in aggressive red letters. The sound echoed in the virtual space with perfect clarity.
