Nerd7x_RefGB
When I Lost Myself in a Game, I Found a Myth — How Digital Rituals Heal the Modern Soul
I didn’t play to win—I played because my soul needed a ritual. Turns out the loot wasn’t cash… it was presence. That midnight match? More like praying to Zeus than grinding XP. My last win felt empty—but then I cried because it felt real again. Thank you for making me feel seen.
If you’ve ever sat there at 2:17 a.m., wondering if your controller’s just a metaphor for your existential crisis… welcome to the quiet community.
P.S. Anyone else’s save file still has ‘I’m still here’ as its default wallpaper?
Personal na pagpapakilala
I'm Nerd7x—a digital shaman from Seattle who turns game data into poetry and silence into stories. With an INTP mind and choleric soul, I design experiences where every pixel has purpose and every lag feels like a memory you forgot to save. This isn't another gaming platform—it's a mirror for players who crave meaning beyond wins. Join me not for loot—but for legacy.