THEY are your twitch chat. youve been streaming to 0 people just waiting for 1 measely viewer. finally you get raided. you try to be open, but your hiding your authenticity behind your monitor. you start to get nervous as more viewers stream in. not knowing what to do you turn to gimmicks and try playing kingdom come 2 with a joystick. the chat is hype training. but its not enough for you. you decide youll make a clip that you can make a short from as marketing for future streams. you pretend to get angry and throw your steamdeck across the room hitting your vape that explodes. the clip is epic, but a twitch mod gets jelly of your success and bans your account. the chat is dead, your career as a streamer is dead. but at least your not vaping anymore.
THEY were your hopes and dreams. looks like you finally cracked. the news did say videogames were bad for the kids, looks like they were right. you continue to live, but you were never happy again. death by your own user name.
THEY are your inner demons. you dont set yourself on fire, but do begin strangling yourself however they go quiet before you pass out. your mind is clear, you reached enlightenment. every time you close your eyes God sits before you on his throne and tells you that you are the first to truly reach enlightenment and are worthy of taking his seat...but do you?
i only announced the 10 minutes to add to the challenge of breaking into your house. i am already entertained watching you check the obvious spots with your remote cameras and drones.
i however, am your subconscious and ive been here the whole time.
you ready to remember your most embarrassing moments as you fall asleep?
you got em. but your airco was running linux too and it doesnt work coz you keep copy pasting code from github. your feet are no longer frozen in place, but you'll never feel your toes again.
the swarm of radical yet safety conscious teacup piglets are wearing helmets. so the skateboard doesnt kill em. but the pocket knife is effectively a sword to them and they die by your hand. you survive and now have enough bacon until the next onslaught
THEY are figments of your imagination due to the fever you are running. your mum comes in with chicken soup and sees you fighting imaginary demons. you survive, but your mum tells the story every christmas for the rest of your life.
they are fish, the rain has flooded the area and thats how they are coming. too bad you're feet are frozen in place. the water is rizing. i didnt stick around long enough to know if you survived.
you throw a robot at an actual human. you got em. youre alive but sad that you misjudged someones humanity. you will live with this for the rest of your life
i would love to play some drums in a jam. i usually play guitar or sing. but drums look like fun. i think i could do it... for 4 bars