Mi find Bum Simulator when mi life already done fall apart. Dem seh is just a game weh yuh survive pon di street, build cardboard base, fling pigeon pon people an mix likkle madness wid alcohol an garbage… but dem nuh understand say fi some a we, dis nuh just a game… is a mirror.

Mi a big man… midlife crisis lick mi like truck. Ex-wife tek di pickney dem, tek di money, tek di house… tek everything except di pain. Now all mi have is one broke down Dell laptop weh sound like it coughing up blood, an dis one game pon it.

An mi swear pon mi life… dis game change mi.

Mi deh pon di street fi real now. Night time cold, wind a bite mi skin… an mi siddung round di back a shop dem, sneaking into stockroom when nobody nuh watch, plug in mi laptop like mi committing crime just fi get one likkle session. Security nearly catch mi twice but mi cyaan stop.

Because when mi log in… mi nuh just homeless again. Mi become legend.

Mi build mi cardboard kingdom like a king wid nothing. Mi name mi shopping cart like it family, same way dem say inna di game. Mi laugh when mi throw pigeon pon people because is di only time mi feel something again.

Every paycheck weh mi get from random likkle job? Gone. Straight into alcohol… an DLC. No food. No savings. Just rum an expansion packs. Because honestly… what else mi have left?

People pon internet seh game “funny” an “creative”… an dem right.
But dem nuh feel it like me feel it.

Dis game teach mi say even when yuh reach rock bottom… yuh can still build something. Even if is just a cardboard box an a dream.

Sometimes mi sit down pon di pavement, laptop a glow inna di dark, tears mixing wid cheap liquor… an mi realize—

Dis game nah just simulate being a bum…
It understand it.

10/10.

Mi life mash up… but at least mi got purpose in Bumsville, bloodclot.