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Apologies for the english
> be me, 9 year old poorfag in poor cuntry
> can’t speak english
> dad sometimes gives me money to play at the “arcade”
> actually an internet cafe
> you could pay for PC with paid games or PC with only free games
> cheap dad always paid for an hour of free games (there was a lot of abandonware there too)
> always wanted to play a 3D game like friends who had playstations
> one day come to play and find out they installed new games
> there is trackmania
> don’t know how to play it
> obsessively play one level every time we come there
> don’t know you can play other levels
> be really bad at it, don’t know you can respawn
> finally one day I drive without respawning and get a gold medal
> somehow think that means I will get a real gold medal
> stop playing the game thinking that I won because I got gold
> still retard without inner monologue
> didn’t learn until teenage years you can talk to yourself in words in your own head
> to be fair, I knew that in school medals weren’t made from real gold, but I expected a medal to arrive in mail nonetheless
> talk to druggie uncle sometimes after school
> did not know his name isn’t ‘Druggie’, did not know what drugs were
> one day he asks me if mom or dad has any shiny things
> mom told me not to tell uncle about anything they own
> tell him I don’t know but I got a gold medal and it will arrive soon
> uncle seems happy, congratulates me
> weeks pass, school year almost ending
> get to go to the mall with parents as a reward for good grades
> no one home
> I shit you not, druggie uncle and his friends break into our apartment to find my gold medal and steal it
> they tear the place apart looking for it
> come home to broken windows
> mom is crying, telling dad to call the police
> dad says there is no point
> I'm confused, thinking my parents lost all their money because they bought me a new toy and that they will have to return it, start crying
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