16/04/2024
In the dimly lit room, the air hung heavy with tension. I sat across from my haters, their eyes narrowed, lips twisted into snarls. It was an odd gathering, a motley crew of disgruntled souls who had one thing in common: their disdain for me.
“Speak,” I commanded, my voice steady. “Why are you here?”
The first hater, a wiry man with unkempt hair, leaned forward. His words tumbled out like marbles from a broken bag. “You…you think you’re so good. But you’re trash. Absolute trash.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Trash? Interesting choice of words. Care to elaborate?”
He clenched his fists. “That game! The one last year. You know the one. You cheated. Cheated, I tell you!”
Ah, yes. The infamous game. The one that had sparked countless debates, fueled by rage and late-night forum posts. I leaned back, studying the others. They fidgeted, their anger palpable.
The second hater, a woman with fire in her eyes, chimed in. “You’re a noob. A scrub. You don’t even know how to play.”
I chuckled. “And yet, here you all are. Gathered like moths to a flame. Why?”
They exchanged glances, unsure. The third hater, a teenager with a hoodie pulled low over his eyes, mumbled, “We want to beat you. Show the world you’re not invincible.”
I leaned forward, my gaze piercing. “So, it’s a challenge. You want to prove yourselves.”
They nodded, their hatred momentarily forgotten in the face of competition. I leaned back, steepling my fingers.
“Listen,” I said, my voice low. “I’m not perfect. I’ve stumbled, fallen, and been called every name in the book. But I keep playing. Not to prove anything to you, but to prove something to myself.”
They blinked, taken aback. “What?”
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