Vim

Earlier today, Vim screamed to emerge...

Competition boils within my body, and my friends. That's how our friendship works... But that's the whole goal for it, competition. Competition to better, to face, to destroy the opposing ally... But the aggression swelled in my head. As it also did in theirs...

Anger rose, but I couldn't turn it into something better... I thought to myself, Vim, Vim, Vim.
Vim came after the competition, but Vim still lives...