He was born in a room of shadows, his first cry swallowed by the silence of a cold night. The world he entered was a cruel one, filled with emptiness and the absence of love. His mother, pale and broken, couldn’t even muster the strength to hold him. His father, a figure of anger and disdain, looked at him as though he were a burden to bear. As a child, he learned that kindness was rare, and trust was something you couldn’t afford to give. The house echoed with the sound of harsh words, each one a wound that would never fully heal. He was neglected, forgotten, and left to fend for himself in the shadows of their lives. Each night, he would curl into a ball, wishing for a world that didn’t hurt so much. School brought no relief, only the cold stares of those who whispered behind his back. He was different, too quiet, too lost, and they made sure he knew it every single day. The laughter of children was like a foreign language, one he could never speak, never understand. He tried to make friends, but his heart was too guarded, too broken to allow anyone in. And so, he kept to himself, growing older but never wiser, just more bitter. His heart hardened with every year that passed, becoming a fortress, impenetrable and cold. He didn’t need anyone, not really, because trusting people had always led to pain. He spent his teenage years in solitude, drowning in books and his own swirling thoughts. But books couldn’t save him, and the thoughts only twisted further into hatred. He drank to numb the ache, to forget the feeling of being invisible. But the emptiness only grew, until it consumed him entirely, like a wildfire with no end. He tried to find something, anything, to make him feel alive, to fill the void. But love was fleeting, a brief spark that flickered and died within his grasp. He pushed people away before they could leave him, too afraid of the hurt that would come when they inevitably did. In his early twenties, he tried to escape, but there was nowhere to go, no place where the darkness didn’t follow. His life became a blur of drinking, loneliness, and fleeting moments of false hope. He built walls around himself, isolating himself from the world that had never accepted him. Each year, the walls grew higher, and the anger that filled him burned hotter. He thought of death, often, not as an escape but as a final act of defiance. To die wasn’t to end-it was to show the world that he had never been anything more than a casualty of a broken system. And yet, he never had the courage to go through with it, held back by the smallest, flickering spark of life left within him. His body began to decay, years of self-destructive choices finally taking their toll. But his mind was sharp, sharp and full of hate, of regret, of memories that haunted him in every waking moment. The years dragged on, his health slowly eroding with each passing day. He had no friends, no family, just the ghosts of the past and the weight of everything he had lost. On his deathbed, he felt no peace, no relief from the bitterness that had defined his every breath. No one came to say goodbye, not that he had expected them to. He had always been alone, even in the moments when he tried to reach out. And so, he died as he had lived, in the cold embrace of darkness, without love, without forgiveness, without even the smallest shred of hope. There was no one to mourn him, no one to remember him with anything but indifference. His life had been one of shadows, and in the end, that’s all he left behind. A man who had lived in hatred, and died in despair. The earth took him, just another forgotten soul buried beneath the weight of time. His name, like his heart, vanished into the silence, lost to history. No legacy, no stories of what he might have been, only the memory of a life spent in suffering. Perhaps somewhere, in some distant place, a small light flickered for a moment, but it was snuffed out long before anyone could see. And so he disappeared, a shadow fading into the night, never to be remembered, never to be loved.
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sigma
4:43 “FIGHT BACK”ahh hitting😭🙏🙏
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I love this man for displaying the song names I’m subscribing
i so sigma
use more sonic songs fr 🗣 (fire video unc)
how am i unc
@@broocheck jobs bro jobs
Clean and simple editing is finest, please keep uploading vid like this 🫡
sir yes sir
He was born in a room of shadows,
his first cry swallowed by the silence of a cold night.
The world he entered was a cruel one,
filled with emptiness and the absence of love.
His mother, pale and broken,
couldn’t even muster the strength to hold him.
His father, a figure of anger and disdain,
looked at him as though he were a burden to bear.
As a child, he learned that kindness was rare,
and trust was something you couldn’t afford to give.
The house echoed with the sound of harsh words,
each one a wound that would never fully heal.
He was neglected, forgotten,
and left to fend for himself in the shadows of their lives.
Each night, he would curl into a ball,
wishing for a world that didn’t hurt so much.
School brought no relief,
only the cold stares of those who whispered behind his back.
He was different, too quiet, too lost,
and they made sure he knew it every single day.
The laughter of children was like a foreign language,
one he could never speak, never understand.
He tried to make friends,
but his heart was too guarded, too broken to allow anyone in.
And so, he kept to himself,
growing older but never wiser, just more bitter.
His heart hardened with every year that passed,
becoming a fortress, impenetrable and cold.
He didn’t need anyone, not really,
because trusting people had always led to pain.
He spent his teenage years in solitude,
drowning in books and his own swirling thoughts.
But books couldn’t save him,
and the thoughts only twisted further into hatred.
He drank to numb the ache,
to forget the feeling of being invisible.
But the emptiness only grew,
until it consumed him entirely, like a wildfire with no end.
He tried to find something, anything,
to make him feel alive, to fill the void.
But love was fleeting,
a brief spark that flickered and died within his grasp.
He pushed people away before they could leave him,
too afraid of the hurt that would come when they inevitably did.
In his early twenties, he tried to escape,
but there was nowhere to go, no place where the darkness didn’t follow.
His life became a blur of drinking,
loneliness, and fleeting moments of false hope.
He built walls around himself,
isolating himself from the world that had never accepted him.
Each year, the walls grew higher,
and the anger that filled him burned hotter.
He thought of death, often,
not as an escape but as a final act of defiance.
To die wasn’t to end-it was to show the world
that he had never been anything more than a casualty of a broken system.
And yet, he never had the courage to go through with it,
held back by the smallest, flickering spark of life left within him.
His body began to decay,
years of self-destructive choices finally taking their toll.
But his mind was sharp,
sharp and full of hate, of regret, of memories that haunted him in every waking moment.
The years dragged on,
his health slowly eroding with each passing day.
He had no friends, no family,
just the ghosts of the past and the weight of everything he had lost.
On his deathbed, he felt no peace,
no relief from the bitterness that had defined his every breath.
No one came to say goodbye,
not that he had expected them to.
He had always been alone,
even in the moments when he tried to reach out.
And so, he died as he had lived,
in the cold embrace of darkness,
without love, without forgiveness,
without even the smallest shred of hope.
There was no one to mourn him,
no one to remember him with anything but indifference.
His life had been one of shadows,
and in the end, that’s all he left behind.
A man who had lived in hatred,
and died in despair.
The earth took him,
just another forgotten soul buried beneath the weight of time.
His name, like his heart,
vanished into the silence, lost to history.
No legacy, no stories of what he might have been,
only the memory of a life spent in suffering.
Perhaps somewhere, in some distant place,
a small light flickered for a moment,
but it was snuffed out long before anyone could see.
And so he disappeared,
a shadow fading into the night,
never to be remembered,
never to be loved.
u play so good keep the content up
thanks of showing what music you use, I've been searching for a while for Day by Windmille Isle
lmk if you need to find music
Yo guys, the empire is pretty chill. Maybe join it or something? (Join Valhalla frfr)
Nah, “send feet pics” don’t turn into Mr Lop-
yo bro ur actually hella good for 18k im 25k i can’t even pull of those tricks bro, hopefully u get famous
i dont grind kills so i am good regardless of my kills
brocheck the goat collecting dubs as usual 😇
that font be so comfi
uhhh i dont understand where is he being the toxic?
first clip
@@broocheckdoesn’t seem toxic to me
@@TheNoobyGuyCool taunting me upon death + constantly targetting me what else is there to say
@tbh taunting after death ain’t that bad. constantly targeting u is annoying but like… let ppl fight.
what editing software do you use, i wanna start a yt channel like you!
davinci resolve
nice skills :P
ty
what font do you use?
4:34 ":3" ... GET OUT!!
uwu owo
Whats the text font named?
secret
good thing he didn't reported you for how old are you question
How do you get those fonts on the game gangy?
bloxstrap
My glorious grandpa posted
as a furry this shit funny
Friendly fire shall not be tolerated.
Are u proud of that or smth
bro like im fine with furries its just that some of them are just self absorbed
@SimplyZilchy Bros brain is the definition of half of everything
@@broocheck ion like those kinds of furries, thats why i dont even THINK about interacting with the community
Yoo can we 1v1?
Peak
Can I hit 😍
Which one
how about you hit alt + f4 instead
why am I top comment 😳
floriz ass post 😭😭
onb
BEST RUclipsR EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!
only get subs if u upload more cutie 😘 (js joshin love you king!)
1v1 me
i mean his playstyle are so predictable tho...
how to get text like that
sigma
@@broocheck TELL ME BOEH
@kaiden-cn1vz bloxstrap
@ oki
garou overrated, use suiryu instead
goud viddle
💀
suiryu so bad bro
@@bogian1406 nuh uh
@bogian1406 it's bad but the ult is op
@SlerpyDerrpyBlue prove me wrong