Fujino-senpai, my holy dev,
You dropped one update ,I ascended to nut.
The moans, the sprites, the jiggle physics,
You turned my mouse into ritualistics.
But now it’s been a full-blown month,
My “patience meter” flatlined once.
The lotion’s gone, the tissues plead,
Even my router screamed, “You need to breathe.”
I’ve clicked “Check Update” 69 times,
My keyboard sticky with sinful crimes.
You built a world of waifu grace,
Now I just stare… at empty space.
Asuna smiled, then turned away,
Into the arms of a blob-shaped cliché.
Ugly Bastard, shirt halfway gone,
Grinned at me like, “Bro, she’s mine now. Move on.”
I tried to cope, I touched some grass—
But it whispered “Ara~” and smacked my—pass.
I prayed to clouds, I drew her face,
My neighbors think I’ve left the human race.
I lit a candle, dimmed the lights,
Whispered her name on lonely nights.
My sandwich? Warm. My shame? Elite.
I asked my sock, “Do you feel complete?”
Oh Fujino, you pixel tease,
Drop that update, I’m on my knees.
Just one more scene, one gasp, one sigh—
Before I nut into the void and cry.