I don't know what I'm doing with my life...
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You read this already... (in parallel universe)
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lul
-------------My PC Specs-------------------------------
Monitor: CCTV 640x320 (25 hz screen)
CPU: Incel(R) Tore(TM) 2 Dual Braincell CPU 500 Mhz. (Boosted to 1.00 Mhz.)
GPU: NoVidya GT 1337 Pi 96 Mbytes vram
Keyboard: MacBookAir laptop Keyboard (pink)
Mouse: Ball Mouse 1998
Audio: Nokia 3310 original speaker
Storage: Usb flash storage 32Gb (x2)
-------------Poem Of Lag------------------------------
Speed of my internet connection,
Taught me patience and reflection.
A "Lost Connection" label,
Taught me how to reconnect,
A peace of mind,
Instead of a piece of broken table.

Though my mind may never take hits,
It's my hardware that's the one that spits,
Only what setup permits:
25 frames per second at least!

And you know what I did with it all?
Hung them all on the wall,
As a single art piece in my residence's hall,
And to show you all how much my journey was darkening.
Named it did I as a
"Stream of Buffering, Frozen in a Second of Suffering."

Looking at first, frames of the flow,
All coming together, may feel like a slideshow.
Anybody would fall for the illusion,
Where wading through such waters looks like delusion,
Yet my gaming heart ignored such conclusion.
So sailed I bravely, a stream named "Confusion."

But in the matches, enemies lurked,
With swift connections, their malice had me all nuked.
They laughed at my struggles; my setup is so weak,
Yet in the face of a loss, it was a win I would seek.

In the realm of lag and pixel haze,
I found a rhythm in the chaos and maze.
The frames were stuttered, yet my spirit soared,
For within the grind, my passion was stored.

With every freeze, I learned to adapt;
In the pauses, my dreams were unwrapped.
Each frame drop was a puzzle to solve,
In the art of patience, I learned to evolve.

No longer a slave to my hardware’s decree,
I danced with the lag; it let me set free!
The frame drops transformed into beats in my mind,
A symphony crafted, unique, unconfined.

And no, it's not a cheat or a trick,
It's the connection that makes it all lead.
Each stutter was just as easy as a breath.
I could control the reality freeze!
I mastered my craft of pause and continue,
Where no time is left for your mind to appear to.

The enemies said at the end, all confused,
"How did he get me? What the fk is this dude?!"

THE END