German Chronicle Issue #3 |
Published in Germany 
- Political debates and analysis - 4 - 27 Dec 25 20:10
Hello dear readers,
If you love reading, I love writing. We do not stop.
Earlier today, I won a great battle. I joined a T15 fight from my mobile phone while waiting for a food order. I switched from aircraft to mortars, and eventually to Falcons—losing 20,000 of them in the process. I didnt even know the strategic importance of the fight; I just saw the intensity and joined the side that eventually took the victory. It turns out the battle didnt matter much globally, but people had a thirst for blood, and I was happy to provide the fire.
Let’s look back to the COVID era. The game was thriving then, with 700+ players online at peak hours. Back then, I was the self-appointed Supreme Commander of Atlas. We were losing badly to Virtus, but the path to victory was clear to me. The only question was: Would people follow me?
They did. And they won. Even when the game was Pay-to-Win beyond imagination—when a single battle could cost 1,000 Euros in unlimited energy packs—we achieved total victory. For four months, people followed me like a god. We achieved crushing, overwhelming victories.
But none of that truly mattered to me. I looked at the losing side the same way I looked at the winning side; they fought until they couldn’t anymore. Every battle felt like the last stand for our final core. I achieved the best results in the most populated era of the game, starting from the worst possible position.
I’m not saying this to brag. You can call me a noob, a low-IQ idiot, or a pill abuser. But even I cannot deny that this idiot is almost always successful. My weak point is that I seem to care for everyone, but deep down, I dont give a damn.
This is just a game. I play for fun. I am not attached to these pixels. I love winning, and I do my best to achieve it, but my real life exists outside this screen. When I close the tab, the game dies. If you close this game and find you can no longer enjoy your real life, you have a serious problem.
After being betrayed by my closest friends—people to whom I gave unity and identity—I find I can’t truly care about people in games anymore. It’s sad, but it’s the truth. I don’t care which side wins; I only care about my own victory. I am not invincible; insults and defeats still sting. But the moment I log out, it all vanishes.
None of you hold the place in my heart that you think you do. I am a good actor; I pretend I want you to win, but in reality, I only live for those final five minutes of a battle—the tension, the global flame, and the rush. Once I log out, you are all as good as dead to me. That is the bitter truth, and honestly, you should be the same way.
Don’t let this game get inside your head. I am a simple human, and I have to kick the game out of my own head sometimes too. Trust your Old Snake—or your Snail, as I’ve become a bit slower lately.
When you log out, simply leave. Forget what happened here. I truly wish for you to enjoy this game, whether you are my closest ally or my worst enemy. All that matters is that we had our moment of fun. Once the screen goes black, I wont remember you. And you shouldnt remember me.
Kaveh
Country President of Germany
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Comments (4)
27 Dec 25 20:20
Kavehfirst is sleepy!
27 Dec 25 21:00
MalpicciReading that you wasted 20k Falcons one week prior reshuffle hurts my soul. Also, that story about covid era was not exactly like that and you should know it, specially because you have articles from that time.
29 Dec 25 03:58
Uchiha ltachihttps://www.youtube.com/shorts/02uoQKdfWK8
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