The Meltdown at Victory’s Door 🔥💻🎮

He battled hard, he fought with pride,
On a dusty rig barely alive.
Frames were low, the fan would roar,
But still he charged through every war.

Victory’s scent was in the air,
One last move, one final dare!
His fingers danced, his heart beat loud—
The winning shot would make him proud.

But then—a wheeze, a gasp, a cough,
The screen froze stiff... and powered off.
His PC, tired, too much heat,
Just gave up life in pure defeat.

He sat there still, in stunned dismay,
As smoke and sadness filled the day.
"Rest well, old friend," he softly spoke,
"You gave your best... then you just broke."

No rage, no tears, just deep respect,
For the tiny beast that did its best.
And in his heart, he'd always keep,
The memory of that final leap.

For true gamers know, through crash and pain—
They'll reboot dreams and rise again. 🔥💻🎮✨

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