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Level one. A swarm of pixelated bats. Red dodged left. Blue swung right. Their timing was off—clunky, awkward. The old man grunted in frustration.

“Thanks, old friends,” he whispered, and walked away. friendship vodrip

“He’s trying,” Red buzzed back. “That’s the point.” Level one

They moved as one. Red parried. Blue struck. The old man leaned forward, breath held. His eyes weren’t on the screen anymore—they were somewhere else, some when else, a memory of playing beside a friend who was no longer there. ” he whispered

flashed on the screen.