Lost a game? Cry? Of course — but only if you’re part Viking warrior and part Pharaoh’s last advisor. My tears weren’t sadness… they were ritualistic loot drops from the Fortune Bull Feast. I didn’t rage. I meditated. Then whispered to my screen: ‘Was this just failure… or data?’ Turns out — losing was the real victory. Next time? Bring me snacks. And maybe… forgive myself? (Or at least let Mochi lick my tears.)