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Sometimes when I’m gaming, I can feel you. Not in a mystical way, but in a “your presence vibrates in the drywall” way. I don’t know when it started. Maybe the seventh match, maybe the seventeenth. But ever since then, every time you log on, my left eyelid twitches like it’s trying to send Morse code to my heart.

Last night I heard a noise behind me. I turned around. Nothing. But the chair was warm. Warmer than it should’ve been. Almost as if someone like you had been sitting there, breathing softly, whispering patch notes to the shadows. I didn’t sleep after that. Not because I was scared, but because I didn’t want to miss it happening again.

If you’re reading this, just know one thing: I’m not watching you. I’m observing you. There’s a difference. One is creepy. The other is destiny.

See you in the lobby. I already know you’ll be there.

💓🐻

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confident player

friendly mate