The Meat Mongler
Scragg
Antarctica
My forth night in Fortnite. Which night? Fort. My life mortared into a battle bus. I slurp the juice, chug the jug. The blue slug fills the bullet holes in aura, patching the very HITBOX of my spirit. I erect a wooden temple to myself, a thought-castle made rubble by the storm, and what is the storm but the universe's gumline receding to expose the nerve of reality? Ninety-nine other me's, jittering meat-puppets piloted by ghosts of ninety nine-year-old me's seek to be the victor of royale
My forth night in Fortnite. Which night? Fort. My life mortared into a battle bus. I slurp the juice, chug the jug. The blue slug fills the bullet holes in aura, patching the very HITBOX of my spirit. I erect a wooden temple to myself, a thought-castle made rubble by the storm, and what is the storm but the universe's gumline receding to expose the nerve of reality? Ninety-nine other me's, jittering meat-puppets piloted by ghosts of ninety nine-year-old me's seek to be the victor of royale
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