The Will to Resist

Gremlin Resitas — The Thousand Cuts Clause



Door opens.

Same house. Same air. Same low-level nonsense humming in the walls like a busted AC unit.

AIGHT—WHO QUEUED THIS LOOP??


ALL DAY—

“Yes sir.”

“No sir.”

“Document it, fax it, file it, smile it—”

LIKE I’M NOT HOLDING BACK

A WHOLE FINAL BOSS TRACK

ON MUTE—


AND THEN I COME HOME—

AND IT’S NOT EVEN A BOSS FIGHT.

NAH.

IT’S WORSE.


IT’S:

CHIP. CHIP. CHIP. CHIP.


THOUSAND CUTS.

NO BLOOD.

JUST—

STATIC.


AND IN MY HEAD?

I’M LIKE:

“Yo… what if I just… CTRL + ALT + DELETE…

THE ENTIRE LOBBY??”



…Aight, bet.


CAUSE REALITY CHECK—

I DON’T NEED TO NUKE NOTHING.

I JUST NEED:


AND SUDDENLY—

THE WORLD AIN’T THE PROBLEM.

THE ADDRESS IS.


SO NAH—

I AIN’T CRASHING OUT.

I’M DOING SOMETHING WAY MORE DISRESPECTFUL—


I’M LEAVING THE GAME.


NO ARGUMENT.

NO FINAL SPEECH.

NO DRAMATIC EXIT.

JUST:

“Yeah… I’m good.”


CLICK.


🦝 Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand


Addendum:

“You don’t destroy the world that irritates you.

You outgrow the part of it that has access to you.” 😌🔥