Part 4
I wake up.
Or at least… I think I do.
7:00 AM. My alarm is going off. I reach for my phone, half asleep, and turn it off.
Silence.
Peace.
I smile.
Then—
PING.
No.
No no no.
I didn't even open Discord yet.
I slowly unlock my phone.
99+ notifications.
I just stare at it.
How.
HOW.
I open the server, and it's worse than anything I've ever seen.
The same argument from last night?
Still going.
Same people.
Same energy.
Zero progress.
One of them says, "I'm done arguing."
Immediately sends another paragraph.
Of course.
Then I notice something new.
There's a new channel.
#mod-complaints
I definitely did not make that.
I open it.
Worst mistake of my life.
"mods are never online"
"mods are too strict"
"mods don't do anything"
"mods do too much"
I'm being attacked from every possible angle.
I scroll faster.
It gets worse.
Someone made a poll:
"Should we replace the mods?"
It has votes.
Too many votes.
I check who made it.
It's the "Can I be mod?" guy.
Of course it is.
I take a deep breath.
Stay calm.
Be professional.
I delete the channel.
Instantly—
"WOW MOD ABUSE"
"HE'S SILENCING US"
"1984 SERVER"
I don't even respond.
I can't.
Meanwhile, in general, someone just asked, "what's 2+2" and it somehow turned into a 50-message debate.
I don't question it anymore.
I just exist in it.
Then I get a DM.
From the server owner.
"Hey, can you handle things today? I'm busy."
I look at the screen.
I look at the chaos.
I look at my sanity leaving my body.
I type back:
"…yeah."
I put my phone down.
Take a deep breath.
Pick it back up.
And jump back in.
Because if I don't…
This server will absolutely destroy itself.
And somehow…
I'm the only thing stopping it.