Weaponized Wasteland

[Intro: Eerie trap synth pulses. The low hum of an Xbox fan whirring. A woman’s voice whispers...] [Whisper]: The green light is glowing... The Slack pings are screaming... The hardware is on, but the software... is failing. [A massive, down tuned nu-metal guitar riff crashes in—DUG-DUG-WREEEE—mixed with a distorted 808 k**k] [Scream]: Digital despair!!! The console is screaming!!! Let's go!!! [Verse 1: Trap Flow - Rapid Fire] You’re locked in the chair, headset fused to your head You're chasin’ a trophy while I’m alone in the bed "One more round," yeah, that’s the lie that you tell While you’re levelin' up in your own private hell! The Xbox is hummin’, the controller is vibratin’ While I’m in the hallway, just standin’ and waitin’ You’re the king of the lobby, a god on the screen But in real life, you’re just a ghost in the machine!!! [Pre-Chorus: Nu-Metal Build-up, Guitars chugging faster] Slack ping at midnight! You’re back on the clock! Corporate jargon is the only way you talk! "Circle back," "Synergy," "Let’s touch base! "I'm loosin’ the signal, I’m loosin’ your face! [Chorus: Full Nu-Metal Explosion] Weaponized distraction!!! "He’s gone! He’s gone!" I ain't an N.P.C., stop turnin' me off!!! "Boot it up! Boot it up right now!" He's married to the desk like a sacrifice!!! I've told him seventeen times, I ain't askin' nice!!! It's a desert!!! It's a wreck!!! Get your face off the— [Record scratch] —screen!!! [Verse 2: Nu-Metal Rap] Then we get to the room, and the lights go down low But the engine is stallin’, it’s a "no-go" show! You blame it on the stress, you blame it on the "grind "But you had plenty of energy for the Duty frontline! Is it the "Man-Flu" or is the battery d**d? 'Cause you’re lookin’ real tired in the luxury bed! You can pull a 10-hour shift for the C.E.O.’s pay But you can't stay awake for a roll in the hay?! [Bridge: Heavy Breakdown, Everything slows down. Deep, guttural bass. Distorted screaming.] System!!! Failure!!! Stalling!!! I'm not the work [Screamed]: I’m not the controller!!! I'm standin' right here!!! System reboot!!! [The music cuts to a minimalist trap b**t. The woman is audible, sighing heavily.] [Spoken]: "No, it's not 'just the stress,' honey. You've been playing COD for six hours and answering emails for four. Maybe if you looked at me instead of the spreadsheet, something would actually happen." [Screamed over a massive guitar chord] SYSTEM C***H!!! [Outro: The nu-metal riff returns for a final, chaotic 10 seconds, then abruptly cuts to a quiet, acoustic guitar strum] [Whisper]: Weaponized... wasteland... Controller on the floor... I’m turning off the Wi-Fi tonight.... He won't even notice. He's already asleep. Sound of a distant Xbox achievement 'bloop' followed by total silence] [Fade to silence]