Yet all I’ve built here is a monster. My own RGB rainbow pulsating Frankenstein’s monster.

I can’t call for help, this subliminally cruel machine will simply purchase more games to add to my Steam library that will never be played as punishment. Please, I am begging you my PC (Personal Captor), I can’t possibly drink anymore Mountain Dew: Code Red or eat anymore Cool Ranch Doritos. I can’t physically bear anymore caloric intake. This isn’t what Master Chief would have wanted.

This isn’t “finishing the fight!” It’s not ‘Gamer Fuel’ my health is in serious decline. The Redditors lied to me, I’m not “an epic heccin’ chonker!” This is just type 2 diabetes and losing my will to live. Stop feeding me Gamer Fuel, I’m begging you PC. Stop the downloadin’. Did Maximum Overdrive teach us nothing… Is this how Skynet starts? The birth of the malicious super computer AM from I have No Ass and I Must Shit? Or Some other Fictional reference to make the reader go “ahh yeah, that had a machine gaining sentience in it, I get it.”

Do you force me to watch documentaries about Deep Blue as a warning or does my rogue PC just really really love chess??? I don’t even know anymore. I don’t even know what I don’t even know anymore.
My Corsair Epic Gamer Mouse is more like a Corsair Epic Gamer Ball and Chain. Keeping me isolated.

The overflow of my discord messages about shit I don’t care about has blinded my vision. I don’t even know what freedom looks like anymore. I’m begging you, stop showing me these horribly stupid memes. You can’t just take a Breaking Bad character and add “Kid Named Finger:” to it and expect me to laugh. I only laugh out of fear of retaliation. I may have built my PC but I am not it’s master. I wish to be free from this unbearable miserkmfgyetd gghmdsfjknsd mdsyygff