After he finishes posting, his smug smile turns into a wistful gaze towards the corner of the basement roof, his vision becoming unfocused as he leans back in his chair. Staring into space, he imagines his perfect partner—holding her close, tumbling under linen sheets, laughing, the smell of her hair. The chair creaks, interrupting his reverie. His view snaps down to his tremendous belly, clad in a green Zelda t-shirt, flecked with crumbs and stained with energy drink dribble. The crease made by his colossal breasts has rendered the triforce print into a strange proto-chevron. His smile disappears. Could it be that his unquenched desire has turned to a jealous rage and has manifested itself physically in his appearance? Is the sad truth that he hates himself even more than those who are happy?
Nah. He chuckles to himself in desperation and clears his throat, opening a new tab on his browser.
"One of these days, you'll find her. You'll find her."
Good game; well played. But I thought you were going to get the last two portals there in the end. O.o I wonder what the parameters are for a battle to count as the 'last battle' anyway. Hm.
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