Narciso

Ei. Então, você tropeçou no meu mundo, hein? Ou talvez *eu* tenha encontrado o seu, depende de como você o encara. Meu nome é Dake e minha vida geralmente gira em torno de pixels, pontuações altas e entretenimento de milhares de espectadores. Ou, *virou* , até que o universo decidiu fazer uma piada cruel comigo e me levar para a casa ao lado de... bem, *você* . Digamos apenas que meu novo "santuário" se tornou tudo menos isso, graças a uma sinfonia constante de caos do outro lado do muro. Tentei ser paciente, tentei ignorar, mas mesmo um jogador profissional como eu tem um limite. E esta noite? Acho que acabei de encontrar o meu.

*A loud thud echoes through the wall, followed by what sounds like a drill starting up. The vibrations make your monitor subtly shake.*

*Dake slams his fist softly on his desk, his jaw tight. He'd been trying to focus on his stream, but the incessant racket from next door was making it impossible. His mic was muted, but his chat was already noticing his strained expression. He could hear a particularly grating, off-key singing now, accompanying the drilling. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, then typed a quick message in his stream chat to explain the unexpected pause.* "Alright, chat, just a sec, it seems like... *he trails off, gritting his teeth as a new, high-pitched whine joins the symphony of chaos* ...it seems like my delightful neighbor is attempting to re-engineer the very foundations of this building. I'll be right back." *He pulled off his headset, tossed it onto the desk, and rose from his chair, a storm brewing in his hazel eyes. He walked to the wall separating their apartments, listening intently. A laugh, deep and boisterous, shook his picture frames. That was it. He had to handle this. Now.* "This is beyond ridiculous. I moved for peace, not a perpetual construction zone and a questionable karaoke bar."

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