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Missouri, United States
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It’s been 8 hours. My hands shake like I’m still dodging Infernal-speed projectiles. Every sound feels like a boss roar. I step outside and the world looks slow—too slow. I swear I can hear the atmospheric soundtrack building behind me. I snatch up a street sign like it’s a makeshift Ragnarok-tier weapon and swing, imagining mobs evaporating on impact.
Drones overhead yell at me to stand down. As if. I feel the Adrenaline bar in my soul snap full. Rage ignites right after, my vision tunneling like I just hit the perfect dodge chain. I dash forward—no cooldowns, no mercy, just pure momentum.
Someone bumps my shoulder. Wrong move. My aura spikes like I just activated a secret phase. I don’t strike them—they’re not worth a wipe attempt—but the pressure alone sends them stumbling back. I laugh. The world is paper; I am a boss fight.
I need the mod. I need the chaos. I need Ragnarok.