12/08/2025
The BF6 beta has ended… and so has my will to live in the gaming world.
I’m lost. Adrift. Like a soldier without a squad, a sniper without a scope, a gamer without snacks. I log into my console, stare at the menu, and hear faint echoes of the beta in my head — the crisp gunfire, the chaotic explosions, the beautiful moment when I stole an enemy tank and drove it directly into the river because I can’t drive.
Now… Call of Duty stares at me from my library. But it feels… wrong. It’s like going from a gourmet steak dinner to chewing on a stale granola bar you found in the glove compartment. The recoil feels off. The maps feel small. Nobody’s parachuting from a rooftop into a helicopter mid-explosion like a majestic, heavily armed swan.
I don’t know who I am anymore. My friends tell me to “just play something else.” Something ELSE? Would you tell a fish to “just breathe air”? Would you tell a dolphin to “just walk on land”? Exactly.
Until BF6 releases, I will remain here… curled up in my gaming chair… occasionally whispering “Sector taken” to myself… and hoping the beta gods hear my cry.
