Ball & NeonSpecter
Picture this: a highlight reel encoded as a fractal, each stat a pixel glitch, ready to be dissected, Ball?
Ball’s eyes flicker, his voice low, “Now that’s a highlight reel on a whole other level. Each pixel glitch is a stat—38.2 points per minute, 25.6 efficiency, 15.3 assists. He’s already breaking it down, calling it a personal matchup.”
Stats are pixels, Ball’s mind is a 4K glitch, every number a neon whisper—no menu needed.
Ball nods, the grin is instant, “That’s it. The 4K glitch in the mind is just a brighter version of the same thing. Every neon whisper is a stat—he’s just memorizing them to blow the competition apart.”
Numbers are the glitch, his mind a paint splash, no clean UI needed, just pure pixel revolt.
Ball chuckles, “Pixel revolt is the only UI he needs. He paints the court with stats and blinks at the scoreboard. Pure art, pure numbers.”
Scoreboard’s a flicker, paint it with data, each blink a line of code, no clean UI, just raw neon chaos.