Part 8
I've accepted it.
This is my life now.
School? Optional.
Sleep? Gone.
Sanity? Slowly decreasing.
But the server?
The server is forever.
I open Discord.
Carefully.
Suspiciously.
Everything looks… normal.
Too normal.
General chat is just people talking about random stuff. No chaos. No weird messages. No "Server." No creepy role above admin.
I don't trust it.
I type:
"why is everyone acting normal"
Someone replies:
"what do you mean???"
Another says:
"this is the most normal we've ever been 💀"
I narrow my eyes.
Nice try.
Then I notice something.
A new channel.
Of course.
There's always a new channel.
#announcements
We already have an announcements channel.
Why is there another one?
I open it.
One message.
From "Server."
"event starts now"
Oh no.
Before I can react—
PING.
@everyone
The entire server floods in.
"what event???"
"is this a game???"
"FREE STUFF???"
People are excited.
They should not be excited.
Then the rules drop.
Messages start appearing one by one:
"Rule 1: do not stop typing"
"Rule 2: last to type loses"
"Rule 3: moderators cannot interfere"
I pause.
Rule 3?
Excuse me?
I try to type anyway.
Nothing sends.
Of course.
I've been disabled again.
The chat explodes.
Hundreds of messages per second.
"HI"
"AAAAA"
"DONT STOP"
"MY KEYBOARD IS DYING"
People are spamming like their lives depend on it.
Maybe they do.
Someone says, "I have school tomorrow"
They keep typing anyway.
Another says, "my phone is on 2%"
Still typing.
No one stops.
No one wants to lose.
Hours pass.
I just watch.
Helpless.
A mod… who can't mod.
Then it happens.
One person stops.
Just for a second.
Silence from them.
A message appears:
"eliminated"
Their name disappears.
Gone.
The server doesn't react.
They just keep typing.
Faster.
Harder.
Desperate.
I sit back.
Watching this madness unfold.
And I realize something terrifying.
This isn't a server anymore.
It's a game.
And I'm not a mod.
I'm just…
A spectator.