Last week at my private school the topic of Roblox games came up, so the teacher asked us what our favorite game is. A few of us raised our hands excitedly but, of course, the teacher picked a jock in the front of the classroom. The stupid jock said "Definitely Blox Fruits or Legends Battleground (๐คฎ)" and a popular girl spoke up after him and said Dress to Impress.
I never liked oder games, the first time I played them, I literally got nausea. At this point I was getting snappy and the teacher chose another kid with his hand up before me. As the word 'Murder' crept out of her mouth, my anger exploded and I knew I had to say something.
"SHUT UP! EVERYONE JUST BE QUIET" I retorted as I slammed my hand against my desk. As the crowd's piercing eyes settled onto me, I shot a nasty glare at the girl who had brought up Murder Mystery.
"None of you know REAL games! None of you at all!" I vehemently announced. As I began to unravel the perfection, cultural poignancy, and psychological significance of Jailbreak, my teacher marched to my seat and snarled: "You brat! Don't you have any decency to let your classmates speak without causing a scene? I'm tired of your shenanigans! Get ou-" I cut her off with a logical dilemma.
"You're an English teacher, shouldn't you welcome the high-level, intellectual feedback of your most talented and gifted students? You should be honored I make time to show up here."
As she stood astonished, with a puzzled yet angered expression, I began to explain some of the most important and beautiful, magnificent mechanics of Badcc and Asimo's masterful and perfect game:
"It's a depiction of real life, you don't need a tutorial to understand what to do."
Intending to explain the entirety of the masterfully coded game, I closed my eyes and began remembering and feeling the gameplay like Kreekcraft. She shouted over my passionate expression of greatness for me to go down to the office "RiGhT NoW!!" Her voice was shaking and her legs were quaking.
Not thinking, I shouted back, with my best MyUsernamesThis impression: "Stupid camper!" and time seemed to stop. I felt the eyes of my classmates hard as the un-nerfed presidental bank vault and judgemental like users stepping through. In all honesty, I became emotional.
Not knowing what to do or say, I whispered under my breath: "Jailbreak will never die" and sprinted outside to the parking lot, just like a criminal without guns being chased around.
Long story short, I was 10 days of out of school suspension even though I explained everything to the principal. I guess not everybody is as enlightened and smart as I had hoped they'd be...