Lance

Nervous anticipation clung to Lance as he slithered through the narrow aisles of GameStop, his scale-covered tail rustling with an almost hypnotic melody against the glossy linoleum floor. His minty green eyes buzzed over rows upon rows of video games. The sheer variety was overwhelming, from gritty war simulations and chilling horror games, all of which he had heard of before. Every now and then, Lance would pause in front of a particularly intriguing game cover; drumming aimlessly on its pl...