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.
âSpeak,â I commanded, my voice steady. âWhy are you here?â
The first hater, a wiry man with unkempt hair, leaned forward. His words tumbled out like marbles from a broken bag. âYouâŠyou think youâre so good. But youâre trash. Absolute trash.â
I raised an eyebrow. âTrash? Interesting choice of words. Care to elaborate?â
He clenched his fists. âThat game! The one last year. You know the one. You cheated. Cheated, I tell you!â
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. âYouâre a noob. A scrub. You donât even know how to play.â
I chuckled. âAnd yet, here you all are. Gathered like moths to a flame. Why?â
They exchanged glances, unsure. The third hater, a teenager with a hoodie pulled low over his eyes, mumbled, âWe want to beat you. Show the world youâre not invincible.â
I leaned forward, my gaze piercing. âSo, itâs a challenge. You want to prove yourselves.â
They nodded, their hatred momentarily forgotten in the face of competition. I leaned back, steepling my fingers.
âListen,â I said, my voice low. âIâm not perfect. Iâve 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.â
They blinked, taken aback. âWhat?â
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