Stroke for Stroke: A Masked Descent into Ruin

Stroke for stroke. Just like the heroes of rhythm games, except this time… the challenge is survival. I wanted to last. I wanted to win. But this body my body wanted more. Watch me hold the line… until I don’t. They say to edge is to flirt with madness. But this wasn’t flirting. This was a full ritual. A masked sorcerer in full focus. I didn’t just stroke I offered myself to the beat. No forgiveness. No mercy. You’ll be lucky to last. Self worship becomes self-destruction when every second counts. I built the tempo. I lost to it. Watch closely. Maybe you’ll last longer than I did.