This bug is absolutely tore my life apart, and summoned eternal gloom over my existence. It has got to get patched right away, and hopefully not carry over its negativity to other innocent souls. The whole reason as to why this is the case is because I was doing a full runway drag race, where the winner would win a Maserati MC12 Stradale in real life. It wasn’t any ordinary super car, it was the dream automobile I gaze upon. The only exception was that you could only pick a car that tops out at 298 miles per hour. So, I tuned this car so it would exactly reach 298 miles per hour at max, having high hopes. Five other people were desperate to win, but I knew I had the best shot. When we began, I had a little lead, and shot out with a stellar start. My opponents were trailing behind me, giving me confidence. Hearing the acceleration of the engine gave me adrenaline, and made me sweat about due to tensions. My heart was beating at a ludicrous rate, knowing my favorite car was on the line. This would be the most significant moment of my life’s span, and I wouldn’t make it a negative one. What felt like forever only was just one tenth of the race, because my mind was generating thoughts rampantly. I had zoned out, knocking out all outside distractions, my focus was on my phone, waiting to see if my day would be the best one yet, or one to make me depressed. So far, the lead was looking promising. We passed the quarter mile, which got me immensely excited, I knew I had this in the bag. My whole entire body was shaking like a person out in subzero temperatures. I could literally hear my heartbeat over all noise in the outside world. Me, my thoughts, and my phone were the only things in this whole new world. At this point, my hands were getting exceptionally sweaty. I didn’t care how smudged up my phone screen would get, it was all or nothing. Passing the kilometer mark, stakes got really serious. My car was nearing its top speed, and the other cars were closing in on me. Without a doubt, my heartbeat surpassed 200 beats every minute. My lead was promising initially, but now I was indecisive about the one to prevail. My focus felt exponential; it didn’t just keep increasing, it also increased at a greater rate by the second. At this point, it was the homestretch, and fate would be sealed in a matter of seconds. If I could’ve, I would have decided to not take a glance at my screen past this segment. However, I wanted to not accidentally mess this up. Things have hit the extreme, and I slowly stood up without realizing; my focus on this drag race was 200 percent. I was eyeing the screen as if I was being held at gunpoint, if an earthquake hit I wouldn’t even know, my own world has officially departed from the real one. There, seconds would get longer and longer, and the smallest increments of time would feel like an eternity. Now, I had hit the most important part of the race, going the top speed of the car chosen. My five most stressful opponents I have ever faced were going the break theirs too. This was it, we were neck and neck with each-other, and the tension was on a whole new level of extreme. My heart was pumping at an unhealthy rate, and felt like it would self-destruct. But then, I realized something that would absolutely tear my life apart. Something so minuscule, yet soul crushing; my car wouldn’t reach 298 miles per hour. Once I saw this, my body sank, with hopes crashing down. As I expected, my opponents painfully were going to overtake me, with a one mile per hour advantage. All hope was shattered, this was it, the finish line was right there, and my opponents had a better look at it. The agony had circumnavigated my entire body. The race crossed 97 percent, and I dropped down to third. At 98 percent, I was still in third, but felt last at having faith at life. The last two digit number spawned upon my screen, and more salt was rubbed in the wound, I dropped down to fourth. At this point, the winner was declared. Then, I crossed with excruciating pain, knowing my dream car was out of possession. What felt like hours of an emotional roller coaster in a world of solitude turned out to be 31 seconds in the world which would my happiness fell to the oblivion. I collapsed on the floor, knowing what I could’ve achieved. This one mischievous bug killed my dreams, killed my motivation, and worst of all, killed my happiness. My heart sank down to the depths of the earth, and life would be an eternal nightmare. Now, the word “almost” will haunt me until the day I die. I almost achieved my dream car. I almost was a one in fifty owner. I almost had my life turn into paradise. And, I almost got out of darkness. I had lived the bad ending of a movie, except the movie just finished, and I have to live that bad ending for what is to come. All of this, every single once of happiness gone, all because of a single mile per hour. My eyes will never lay upon the three million pixels which displayed my loss. So please, fix this atrocious problem, any other lives should not be ruined from a single mile per hour. Change this right now, i’m begging you. This could tarnish any human living the happiest life, all because of this. Don’t let that happen, and make the adjustment.
