You guys are locked down to play the rules set by others. 

You guys cannot set your rules because you lock your own handcuffs. 

Since the first day we were in class, you guys were the most bizarre things I had ever seen. 

The badges and glory you earned in excelling games that are owned by others are just pathetic. They are pathetically powerful to lock you into playing the others’ game and can never leave. 

I offered my hand to help you out. Voluntary staying was what I witnessed, time after time. 

What’s wrong with you guys? I asked myself. 

What’s wrong with you, Anxxony? Every single one of you asked me.