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blud really said bound tech

Andrew's days were a blur of sleep, gaming, and neglect. He woke up late, hit "snooze," then dragged himself to his worn-out chair to play Brawlhalla, his favorite game. Hours flew by as he dominated matches, ignoring the world outside and the mess inside his room. Crumpled tissues, fast-food wrappers, and discarded clothes littered the floor, alongside ♥♥♥ rags he'd left scattered around without a second thought.

His room reeked of neglect, but Andrew didn’t care. He barely ate or cleaned, existing in a haze of gaming and disarray. Every now and then, a fleeting thought of doing better would cross his mind—like maybe cleaning up or getting his life together—but it always disappeared once he picked up the controller again.

The game kept him distracted, and as long as the controller worked, nothing else mattered. Tomorrow, maybe, he'd clean up. But for now, the grind of Brawlhalla was enough.

In the sleepy village of Willowbrook, Andrew was known as "Andrew the Sleepy," famed for his laziness and poor diet. He spent most days under an old oak tree, snoozing away while villagers bustled around him. His meals, when he bothered to eat, consisted solely of frozen chicken nuggets, soggy from barely being warmed. The townsfolk swore he’d perfected the art of napping, as he slept through entire seasons, waking only when his stomach growled loud enough to interrupt his dreams.

“Andrew,” chided Elder Moss one day, “a man can’t live on naps and nuggets!” But Andrew only yawned, muttering, “Works fine so far.” Despite their grumbling, the villagers secretly liked having him around—a reminder that in their busy lives, a little rest wasn’t so bad. And so, Andrew snoozed on, his diet as questionable as his ambition, beloved in his own sleepy way.

-rep this is why your parents disowned you. Get a life

-rep face camping and tunneling Billy.