It's 9 PM, and you decide to run some maps. It's 11 PM, and you decide to run just a couple more maps. It's 1 AM. It's 4 AM.
A new league has begun. Your favorite build was nerfed. You play it anyway. You have been nerfed. You feel a twinge of regret.
You have an excellent item. You have a pile of currency. You want a perfect item. You have a mediocre item. You have less currency. You have a mediocre item. You have no more currency. You have a mediocre item. No one will buy the mediocre item. The item is not good for your build. You equip it anyway. You are mediocre.
You are farming the Azurite Mine. You are farming the Azurite Mine. You are farming the Azurite Mine. You have run out of sulphite. You were one with the Mine; now you are nothing. Now you must find sulphite. You must feed the machine.
Zana asks if you are still sane. You tell her you are. She says you have seemed sadder, less energetic lately. She says she can't help you if you won't talk. Zana is your therapist. No, Zana does not accept your insurance. No therapists accept your insurance. Zana asks why you are crying.
You have a large stack of Chaos Orbs. Other people have large numbers of maps. They want to sell their maps. You want to buy their maps. They cannot sell their maps. You cannot buy their maps. This is called player interaction.
You have an excellent item. You corrupt it. You have a useless item. No, you still have an excellent item. You did not corrupt the item; the item corrupted you. You are the item. You are corrupted. You are useless. You sell the excellent item. You are rich, and still useless.
Einhar calls you a stupid beast. You shout names at him. Your teacher calls you a stupid beast. Your father calls you a stupid beast. You shout names at them. On the television, Gordon Ramsey calls a restaurateur a stupid beast. Your teacher is Einhar. Einhar is your father. Einhar is Gordon Ramsey. You are a stupid beast.
It's 6 AM. You are tired. You should go to bed. You should not run one more map. You run one more map. In this map, Zana has a map. In that map, there are Syndicate members. Zana tells you not to die. The Syndicate makes you die. You have been slain. Zana tells you it is all right. Zana tells you it's good to express your feelings. It is all right to feel dead inside, because you still are feeling. It's 6:30 AM.
You awaken from your dream. The clock says it is 1:56. You do not know whether it is 1:56 AM or 1:56 PM. You are farming the Azurite Mine.
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A new league has begun. Your favorite build was nerfed. You play it anyway. You have been nerfed. You feel a twinge of regret.
You have an excellent item. You have a pile of currency. You want a perfect item. You have a mediocre item. You have less currency. You have a mediocre item. You have no more currency. You have a mediocre item. No one will buy the mediocre item. The item is not good for your build. You equip it anyway. You are mediocre.
You are farming the Azurite Mine. You are farming the Azurite Mine. You are farming the Azurite Mine. You have run out of sulphite. You were one with the Mine; now you are nothing. Now you must find sulphite. You must feed the machine.
Zana asks if you are still sane. You tell her you are. She says you have seemed sadder, less energetic lately. She says she can't help you if you won't talk. Zana is your therapist. No, Zana does not accept your insurance. No therapists accept your insurance. Zana asks why you are crying.
You have a large stack of Chaos Orbs. Other people have large numbers of maps. They want to sell their maps. You want to buy their maps. They cannot sell their maps. You cannot buy their maps. This is called player interaction.
You have an excellent item. You corrupt it. You have a useless item. No, you still have an excellent item. You did not corrupt the item; the item corrupted you. You are the item. You are corrupted. You are useless. You sell the excellent item. You are rich, and still useless.
Einhar calls you a stupid beast. You shout names at him. Your teacher calls you a stupid beast. Your father calls you a stupid beast. You shout names at them. On the television, Gordon Ramsey calls a restaurateur a stupid beast. Your teacher is Einhar. Einhar is your father. Einhar is Gordon Ramsey. You are a stupid beast.
It's 6 AM. You are tired. You should go to bed. You should not run one more map. You run one more map. In this map, Zana has a map. In that map, there are Syndicate members. Zana tells you not to die. The Syndicate makes you die. You have been slain. Zana tells you it is all right. Zana tells you it's good to express your feelings. It is all right to feel dead inside, because you still are feeling. It's 6:30 AM.
You awaken from your dream. The clock says it is 1:56. You do not know whether it is 1:56 AM or 1:56 PM. You are farming the Azurite Mine.
Edit: Um, wow, this really blew up. Thank you for all your positive comments and random gold and platinum, anonymous internet strangers! May you all profit 30c on your next trade.
You read this. You wish you could hear Zizaran read this. You are Zizaran. You wish you could read.
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