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The game...





We all play it, even if we like it or not.
Jeux d'enfants, trick or a treat, cats and dogs, you name it. Either way you're in the arena.
There are no rules. Even if you see a white line at the end of the field...SHE can cross it. Yes my friend! SHE can! Believe me!
One second off guard and you're down. Careful cause if you bet with your heart you may never get up.
You will be deceived: "No, honey, I'm not like the others!"
You will be crossed: "It's just an old friend!"
You will be used: "If you care, you'll do it!"

Axiom no.1: one simple major advise: "Trust nobody!"
Axiom no.2: Play, like it's the last round before armageddon! Risk everything!
Axiom no.3: Never give up!

But never forget you're alone. Have no expectations. The sweetest face will smile over your smashed body. The most beautiful rose hides the sharpest spikes.
Don't fear failure. Accept hits. They harden you. Every fall brigs you closer to that hard-to-reach-narrow-band-equilibrium.
Questionpoints: romance and honor... This my friends is the refined side of the game, the select chamber, the vip room. A true player has this abilities: romance and honor. A true player, even against all odds, remains a perfect gentleman. Even when he fucks/slash/kills his partner-in-game. Here is where we establish the ranks: amateur, master or cheater.
If you're falling >>> go to Axiom no.3. Every advanced player took at least one major hit. The game demands it. When you're down and the sky is falling, keep calm and regroup. Don't react when you're down or when you're weak. Make yourself invisible for a while to grow back your strength. Then ACT! Never react! Always plan and ACT!
I'll learn this game for all my life. The more I'll learn, the more I'll gather awareness over my "nestiinta".
Am I a romantic type of player? Maybe! Until now I've seen this as a disadvantage. But in this game, everything can turn in an ace up your sleeve.
The game...we play it...until the death sets us free.