Pying League and watg Are is like smoking weed and drinking at the same time: dangerous and addictive. It leads to long nights of pying League and listening to Are episodes o. Orion was on his, what could've been, fourth forty-five-mich of the night.

  "Why is top ne 0/5/2 again?!"

  He raged, as the fourth episode of Are started pying in the background. He didn't pay much attention to it, though, as he watched the top ne hard-pushing, with the eop 3/0/2 and the enemy jungle nearby. And, of course, just like a poorly written py, the enemy jungle showed up to increase that kill t.

  Orion sat ba disbelief, his hands slightly lifted from the keyboard and mouse, mouth agape, watg as the sixth death pyed out in just fifteen minutes for top-ne.

  "No... No. I'm done," Orion stated angrily, as he alt-tabbed and right-clicked to close the game. He knew he'd be sent to the leaver's queue, but he didn't care. His frustration and anger had taken over.

  Sighing, he clicked around aimlessly, then leaned ba his seat, ready to watch the fourth episode—maybe for the fourth or fifth time. It wasn't like he'd iionally gotten stu this rut after finishing college. He was in a waiting period, about to start a new job, just trying to pass the time.

  "Better this than the military again..." he muttered to himself. It was more of a passing moment of depression as he settled deeper into his addi to the series, sipping on his vodka and OJ mix. Even if he wao, he wouldn't be able to join the military again—siess had damaged his nervous system. He wasn't even sure if it was his nervous system, and ironically, he refused to see a doctor, overwhelmed by the flig narratives swirling around it.

  g? Maybe. Depressed? No. He'd found success in college and secured a job. There were regrets, sure—thoughts of what could have been—but he wasn't dwelling on them. No. "Just keep swimming," as the cartoon saying goes. And with that, he took another sip of his drink.

  "Hopefully, the website will be back up soon so I study for the certification exams," he thought to himself. It was the st hurdle before he could begin. His eyes shifted back to the s when an out-of-pce message appeared on his stream:

  "Would you like to enter Ruerra?"

  His baffled respohe Fuck?"