The Day I Met a Level 800 Gyat

It was a Thursday. The kind of Thursday that feels normal until it absolutely does not. I was walking down the street, earbuds in, muttering to myself about the existential crisis of leftover pizza.

And then I saw her.

Not just any her. A level 800 gyat, radiating power, gravitational pull, and maybe minor property damage just from standing there. I froze. Literally froze. My mouth opened… and closed. No words came out. Not a single coherent word. Just the faint sound of a dying pigeon somewhere in the distance.

She glanced at me. I panicked. I did what any rational, 0-rizz human would do: I waved… wildly… like a flailing octopus.

She raised an eyebrow. I attempted a nod, which may have looked more like a seizure. Then, in a brilliant display of total brainroty energy, I pointed at the clouds, then at her, then back at the clouds.

And… somehow, it worked?

She laughed. Not politely. Not normal human-laughing. She laughed the kind of laugh that could probably cause minor seismic activity. And just like that, we were… talking. Or she was talking, and I was occasionally nodding and saying things like:

“Yes, very tall.”

“Whoa, powerful gyat energy.”

“Clouds!”

By the end, I had accomplished… nothing. I had no smooth lines, no clever quips, no rizz. But somehow, in that completely chaotic, awkward, brainroty way, we’d bonded. She walked away, probably thinking: “This human is… confusing… but memorable.”

And I walked home, thinking:
"Mission accomplished. 0 rizz, 100% survival."