Trophy Of Triumph
That ridiculous complaint quickly found a place of honor on my “Trophy Wall,” right beside my favorite absurd sketch of a house on fire. Meanwhile, in the digital realm, I watched as Daniel’s frantic attempts to sneak back into my network grew more desperate.
Trophy Of Triumph
Each failed login, each blocked IP pinged across my proxy logs like a drumbeat of surrender. He had become a cautionary tale, the patron saint of bad decisions, and I was still enjoying the spectacle far more than I probably should have.
Reflection In The Loops
Wanting one final flourish, I created a little masterpiece: a looped video stream of Daniel himself—his full emotional arc from smug confidence to red-faced frustration and confused despair. I redirected his connection to it, and when he finally saw it, he froze, mouth hanging open, before letting out a scream that reverberated down the hallway like a fire alarm.
Reflection In The Loops
I don’t normally involve myself in neighborhood theatrics, but this performance deserved an audience. Even without seeing inside his head, I could practically feel the chaos as he confronted his own reflection.
