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I start the car.

Let’s head to hell.

The blue neon drowns in the darkness,

On the table, cans of “Burn” are burned into the frame.

Fingers are lightning bolts, pressing skills,

In the voice chat, teammates groan, straining their strength.

He hasn’t slept for three days, there’s only darkness in his eyes,

For him, this pixelated world is no trifle.

The credits roll on the screen, the donation counter is flying,

Inside the kid, electricity sparking through his veins.

Dimon, Dimon — he’s not just a champion,

The Hell Demon has awakened inside him!

The keyboard is melting, the fuse has blown,

A donator writes in the chat: “Stop, viewer!”

From the raids and the roller coaster, there’s a ringing in his ears,

The whole world will wait while Dimon is online!

Hell Demon!

It’s five in the morning, the noodles are dead in the kitchen.