"Dude, what if they sent us to like, the Mazerunner type of place? That would be so badass." Derrick was only half paying attention to the game. He didn't need his full focus on it to be better than most players. He'd already geared out his avatar and reached to shove a handful of hot Cheetos into his mouth.
"But seriously," he said while he crunched, orange/red dust coating his lips, "It's like we're mutants exactly. Maybe it does come down to genes. I mean my mom has the same power as me." Derrick shrugged and dusted his hands off on his shirt before reaching for the Mt. Dew.