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Final battle.

The finght itself went fine.

My kids came and sat to watch as I played. Fidelity and connection was perfect and then strarted messing up and glitching like crazy; a few seconds later I got a call from my mum, who had called me insane a few days prior. I have agreed to go to a psychologist of course, but even using the 'old-talk' of 'God', which she believes in, results in the opinion that I am insane.

Fate, god, algo, physics, whatever... doesn't seem to matter what language you use. If it doesn't fit neatly within their formations of what form this 'thing which cannot be described' should take, they will brand you crazy.

Anyway I am happy that this is finally over. It has been beyond a mission. Too many things line up for me to view it as anything other than fate or divine intervention.

But I will need a fairly long period of recovery now. It has been untterly exhausting. 6 whole months, time dilated to 15 years, being the change you want to see while the world throws every single challenge imaginable your way and you stay the course.

Fucking mission, mate. Fucking mission.

/jb202511301910