Book of Boris — Chapter XLV: The Cooperative Paradox
Verse 1: I dreamed of a world with no rich, no poor— no scoreboard, no jeering crowd shouting “get gud.” Just players patting each other on the back for making it through another brutal level of life.
Verse 2: When the game cheats you, and you still rise, you don’t gloat—you grin. Because you saw the code behind the cruelty, and instead of hoarding it, you passed it on.
Verse 3: We break the system not to boast, but to understand how it bends. And when we see the cracks, we use them to lift others through.
Verse 4: That’s the real high score— not victory, not wealth— but the quiet applause between survivors who know the game was never fair, yet played it with grace anyway.
— Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand · Tribunal Chair & Frontline Negotiator, Dept. of Petty Affairs · Glitch Council Liaison (Codename: The Raccoon with Receipts)