I don't even know why I'm writing this down, honestly. Like, who's gonna GET it? But I just... I had to tell SOMEONE. It's 2 AM and I can't sleep, my heart's still thumping from what happened. It's just SO STUPID, you know? The whole thing. I'm literally in my seventies. SEVENTIES. And I'm sitting here feeling like a complete failure, a total amateur. It's just... I can't believe it happened. Okay, so I’ve been playing this battle royale game, right? For years. And I'm GOOD. Like, not just "good for my age," which is what everyone assumes, but actually good. I have my whole setup, mechanical keyboard, headset, the works. I've been on some pretty decent teams, even though most of them are, like, twenty years old, maybe thirty if they’re really ancient, haha. And I just... I LIKE it. It's fast, it keeps my brain sharp, way better than endless Sudoku or whatever. And it's a COMPETITION. And I actually enjoy the office politics, you know, the back-and-forth, the little power struggles. It reminds me of, like, trying to get ahead in my old firm, before I retired. Except with less paperwork and more headshots. So tonight, we were in a really important match. Clencher. Everyone was hyped. We had this one guy, 'Deathbringer69' – real original, I know – who was just absolutely on fire. He was carrying us, like, single-handedly wiping squads. And then, right at the very end, it was just him and me left against one final enemy. He was flanking, I was providing cover, we had it in the bag. I SWEAR. And then, out of nowhere, my damn CAT jumps onto my desk, right onto the keyboard, and starts, like, kneading it with its claws, purring like a MOTOR. And I just... I froze. I fumbled. My character walked straight into the open, and I just stood there, completely EXPOSED, and I got one-shotted. Gone. Just like that. Deathbringer69 got wiped a second later. And then the screen said DEFEAT. And all I heard in my headset was this silence, and then, this kid’s voice – and he sounded so DEFLATED – he just said, "Nana, what HAPPENED?" And I just... I had to lie. I couldn't tell him it was Bartholomew the cat, you know? I mumbled something about lag, about my internet cutting out, which was just a PATHETIC excuse. And they were all like, "Ah, tough luck, Nana," but I knew. I KNEW they knew something was off. And now I can't stop thinking about it. We were SO CLOSE to that win, the promotion, the whole damn thing. My K/D ratio is probably trashed. And now I'm here, feeling like an absolute fraud. Like, I’ve built up this reputation, this... this image, you know? As the dependable one, the strategic thinker, the one who keeps cool under pressure. And then a fluffy, purring menace comes along and just utterly wrecks it. What if they drop me from the team? What if this is like... a performance review, but for virtual combat? What if I’m not as sharp as I think I am? God, this is so STUPID. But I actually feel... devastated. It's just a game, I guess, but it feels like more than that. It feels like I failed. And my hand still aches from where I slammed it on the desk. Ugh.