Probably Bad Boss Idea
Probably bad boss idea
A really strong boss that's really difficult to beat. Typical "I really love fighting" type. When you beat the boss, they just lie there for a second. Then, melancholic yet hopeful music starts swelling. The boss slowly stands back up, grabs their weapon, and gets into their fighting stance. The music crescendos as it reaches it's climax. The second phase of the boss starts, but instead of a desperation phase or a stronger second phase, the boss is noticeably weaker and slower. As you fight them, the music slowly starts to lose the hopefulness, as the boss gets slower and weaker and they constantly lose heath. They are no longer fighting to stop you. They are no longer fighting for the joy of fighting. They are no longer fighting to kill you. They are fighting to prove to themselves that they still can. They are fighting because they don't want to acknowledge that they're hurt, that they've already lost, that they're going to die. They're fighting out of ignorance. Eventually, they're health bar drops to 15%, then 10%, then 5%. They stop, and drop their weapon. The music slowly starts to fade out, now fully melancholic. They have acknowledged that they're dying. They've acknowledged that you've won. They collapse, their body now lying there, motionless.
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i wasnt even on my computer AT ALL and STILL couldnt sleep
6 HOURS of LYING IN BED and just NOT SLEEPING FUUUUU-
Here's something I wrote, I guess.
(huge TW for themes of self doubt and general depression themes)
A man is trapped in his own mind. There are figures all around him. ‘Oh, it’s him.’ The figures seem to recognize the man. ‘I don’t like that guy’, ‘What is HE doing here?’, ‘Uninvited guest, much?’ The worst has yet to happen, yet the man is already covering his ears. He’s been through this before, a million times just about every day. ‘Everyone! The LOSER has arrived!’ They all start laughing. ‘He’s so fat!’, ‘He’s ugly!’, ‘He stinks like a garbage bin!’ The man is still knelt, desperately covering his ears to block them out, but it is futile. Their voices go directly into his brain, seeping into every crack and crevice. ‘This guy’s personality is just as stinky as his body!’ All the voices merge together, yet are all audible separately. DISAPPOINTING. This word is heard throughout the space. All the voices stop, making way for this one powerful one. I’M DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING WITH YOUR LIFE. Tears start flowing down the man’s cheeks, and dripping down into the endless unknown. WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE? WHAT’S YOUR PLAN? The man, angered, stands up and yells. “I’M GONNA GET A JOB, GET A GIRL, AND LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE! AND I CAN’T DO THAT WITH YOU HERE! SO JUST… leave me alone…” He falls back to his knees. This statement is followed by silence. THAT’S IT? DON’T MAKE ME LAUGH. YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO SKILLS WHATSOEVER, YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH THE HOUSING MARKET, AND A GIRL??? A GIRL??? There’s a moment of silence befor- BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! A GIRL? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I’ll ANSWER FOR YOU! NOTHING. THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH THAT BULLSHIT. YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. YOU’LL HAVE TO GET THERE OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY. The man then vanishes, finally free of his own mind. NOTHING! YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING! JUST GIVE UP! The man is still not free of the voices. He knows not when they’ll leave, nor if they even will. But even still, he holds out hope.
I love how many manhwas/manhuas are set in like, 2023, 2022, 2021. Like I also want to die a tragic death in the front lines against monsters fighting for the whole world while the friends I made along the way cry over my dead body. Like I know I died, but I died for mankind and I have people who cherished me along the way because every person helped free us from this horrible reality.
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