Clan_Battle.exe

booting sequence…

“five days online…

and nobody sees the burnout.”

⟦ping⟧ system live…

"back to the battleground…”

⟦scan⟧ system check…

⟦hum⟧ headset active…

⟦ping⟧ “leader online…”

"welcome back to the chaos…”

I’m up before the server wakes,

checking logs, fixing breaks.

Another battle, no reset —

just tasks stacked like unpaid debt.

Recruit.

Review.

Reject.

Repeat.

I’m running the whole damn engine,

but they barely see my feet.

I talk — they idle.

I guide — they drift.

I’m carrying this clan on my spine,

and they call it a “small shift.”

I see the rush, the chaos, the pull,

the ones who give everything

and the ones who’re half-full.

I try to be steel,

but I’m soft in the core.

Every time I set a rule,

they push one more.

overdrive.exe active

no rest, no break,

just movements I can’t fake.

everyone racing upward

while I’m carrying the weight.

Low_battery.exe

they see the leaderboard climb —

not the girl behind the screen.

I’m drowning in coordination

pretending I’m a machine.

the grind spins on,

placements rise and fall —

and I’m still here

holding it all.

the grinders hit the zone, eyes locked in,

chasing that quiet glow they’re desperate to win.

click after click, pattern after pattern,

building progress like a hidden Saturn.

midfighters keep the pace just right,

not too fast, not out of sight.

they don’t chase glory — they chase the climb,

one steady action at a time.

⟦alert⟧ “your position is slipping…”

and suddenly everyone’s tripping.

then the slackers drift in soft and slow,

claiming they’re helping — but nothing to show.

silent all battle, effort at zero,

expecting to ride on the back of a hero.

⟦warning⟧ “activity low…”

I give them chances — they let them die.

so I make the cut with a clean goodbye,

battle stays won, no wasted tries.

ghosts that appear when rewards draw near,

vanishing the second real effort is here.

consistency asked, consistency denied —

out they go… and I survive.

five days, three meals, barely a blink,

hours stacked heavy, too tired to think.

sleep slips past in broken streams,

dreams cut short, and silent screams.

tickets, calls, giveaways, grind,

every task pulling at my mind.

still I push, still I hold the line,

soft in heart but steel in design.

// patience overheating…

// leader thread thinning…

// battlefield spinning…

grinders surge,

midfighters hold,

slackers drop,

truth unfolds.

an unseen girl

behind a glowing screen,

fighting to keep

the whole clan clean.

⟦critical⟧ “final hour incoming…”

and I’m still running.

clan_battle.exe — chaos and climb,

some give everything, some waste time.

lexi.exe — the tired queen,

holding the order through everything unseen.

rankings shift, victories spun,

we reset again when the day is done.

codes entwine, roles realign —

still i stand — leading the line.

system glitching,

leader thin…

but tomorrow?

we do it aga