I wasn't a stranger to hardship. Sure, I lived a pretty normal life back in the old world with decent parents with a decent upbringing, but in terms of gaming, I was pretty hardcore in terms of how brutal I wanted my games to be. I've played shoot-em-ups where the screen was practically filled with bullets, and I've also played a few of those games where one needed to be pixel-perfect just to make it to the end. I didn't I'd enjoy such games, but I guess I was a glutton for punishment depending on how good the gameplay was.
"Or maybe I'm just stupid..."
I chuckled to myself as I walked forward. Deeper and deeper into the facility I went, and I still had no idea how deep this whole thing went. The further I got, the more the robots that I was facing began hitting harder now. Truthfully, I didn't think that I could keep this up if I didn't have any backup with me.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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