Roller Baller Speedrun

This run is my magnum opus, and broke my psyche at the same time. I am no longer a man, but a machine obsessed with the sole prospect of putting a white golf ball into a yellow glowing square area. Day in, day out, never letting go, tries after tries, failure after failure, but never letting go, keep pushing until... total victory. PB beaten. WR crushed, TWICE. Mind, balled. All in all, I shall come out of this, not as a man, but as an empty shell. Where once a soul resided in there is only ball. White ball. Balls in fact. Golf balls. And obstacles floating in outer-space. I shall have nightmares for the rest of my balling life. I will never leave the world of this... monstrosity that we call a game. It took me. And spewed out a empty corpse, with white balls in the place of eyes. And with that, I can well and truly say... Fuck this game.

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