You were older, stronger, meaner,
powered up, and ready.
I spawned into existence,
stealing love,
taking undivided attention
from your player status.
Your hate one uped
exponentially;
battle ready.
An apple from a narcissist tree,
seeking power like addicts
chase the dragon.
The game was a mismatch.
Your griefer evolution
spiraled up,
level by level.
Leaving me to fall,
hitbox draining,
condition loss,
without a hope of starting over,
my status stalled,
Character in permadeath.
