Stalker (On Call of Duty)
Stalker:
Allows one to strafe while aiming more quickly,
Only to be pwned by some quick-scoping noob.
Wish you had some thinking grenades, right?
kinda sad when broccoli has more flavor than pasta,
But I digress: the act of “stalking” is just as bland;
Flavorless and unrewarding, without intention.
It- just happened, you know? Kafka could turn it
into some mirror upon the soul, but for
Most it’s an accident. Just normal relations with others
then
BOOM- one gets quick-scoped from behind and becomes
Obsessed for no obvious reason. You try to become
a good person, but like the Predator
You hone in. the vibes are bad enough when
intended, but when stalking is accidental they kill.
Fuck your reapers. All they do is lie,
especially when you send your ambiguous hints
That play with contaminated perception: enough of this!
-science needs to make for the mind a Purell.
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