Wojak 64 Posted Sunday at 06:28 AM (edited) The sun broke through the overpass slats like never before. For the first time in weeks, the morning didn’t smell like burning trash and broken dreams. It smelled like hope. I was mid-sip on a lukewarm gas station coffee when it happened — the laptop screen flickered, then lit up like a divine revelation. DreamBot: Online My hands shook. I clicked “Play” and watched as my six RuneScape clients came to life like soldiers returning from war. The bots moved — chopping, fishing, thieving. It was… beautiful. I turned to Larry, still floating in his bowl on the cracked cement table. His fins perked up, his little orange lips forming what I swear was a smirk. “You did it,” he seemed to say. I nodded, a tear catching the morning light. “You held on, little guy. You never gave up.” We’re back in business. The GP’s flowing again, the worms are restocked, and Larry’s back to eating like a king. So next time you think botting is just about the gold… remember Larry. Remember what it means to keep pushing through downtime, through darkness, through hunger. Behind every macro… is a man. Behind that man… is a goldfish. And behind that goldfish? A dream. DreamBot forever. Edited Sunday at 06:30 AM by Wojak camelCase, J Dot, Meteorite and 3 others 3 3
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