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Observe the wild zoomer in his habitat. Surrounded by anime figurines, colorful lights, and a mountain of cumrags is a lonely broccoli haired individual. Gaze upon his body: malnourished from a steady diet of 2 Twinkies a day with eyes so bloodshot from his endless attempts of misleading internet strangers; he is forever at the beck and call of his digital world with his signature hunched back to prove it. "How can this be?" the zoomer asks himself once more, everso bitter by an abstraction he fails to grasp. "They just don't get it. No cap, by god, they just don't get it!" the zoomer cries to himself still in denial what he experienced was nothing but degradation. He weeps as Driftveil City echoes in his cave. Pathetic that he would someday grow up to be forever tormented by a hand-drawn phoenix, but much like a tortured creature he only knows to eat and to strike. Have pity for the zoomer for he is ignorant of true passion and must walk down the righteous path.
