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Once upon a time,
in a land where
design deadlines and enchanted autumn leaves clashed, a very tired wizard designer was faced with the ultimate challenge:
filling this blank page with something—anything—remotely resembling a workshop guide. After countless cups of magical coffee and a few dozen muttered spells, our weary wizard began crafting this masterpiece of a template.
Once upon a godforsaken hour—2 a.m., to be precise
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
A HOPELESSLY tired wizard designer;
fueled by sheer desperation and a misguided belief in caffeine's magic powers, embarked on the Herculean task of filling this blank page with some semblance of a guide. This poor soul, already on the brink of collapse, knew that coffee was the answer, despite its inevitable consequence: two hours of bathroom marathons.
NOTHING like an endless cycle of sleeplessness, sugar cravings, and migraines to make you question every life choice, right?
OUR DAUNTLESS WIZARD, trapped in a vicious loop akin to a hamster running miles on a wheel, bulldozed through this epic journey with magic farts and frantic keystrokes, all in the name of creating the final template layout. The real kicker? Were they doing this out of the goodness of their heart for their friends or merely to pocket some desperately needed cash to fuel their addiction to divinely blessed coffee potions and the dark allure of chocolate? Either way, their struggle is a testament to the sheer absurdity of life and design.
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The Regrets of a Sleep-Deprived Wizard:
FAST FORWARD to a regrettable chapter in the wizard’s saga—some time has passed, and guess what? They’re still awake, still battling this wretched template, and shocker—they still haven’t gotten their coveted chocolate.
The wizard now finds themselves knee-deep in existential dread, wondering if the hours spent on this template were worth the sleepless nights and the relentless bathroom sprints. Spoiler alert: they weren’t.
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
As our wizard wrestles with this final quest,
their exhausted mind takes a delightful detour into the realm of bizarre, ADHD-fueled daydreams.
They find themselves pondering the crucial mysteries of life, like why socks always disappear in the laundry or if squirrels have secret societies plotting world domination - the wizard is weary of them. One stole their sandwich once. As they fumble through the last of the template’s design, they can’t help but wonder if, instead of caffeine, they should’ve just sacrificed a dragon or two for a decent night’s sleep.
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
OH, and:
if they’ll ever see that elusive chocolate—maybe it’s hidden in some far-off land, guarded by a curse of endless Instagram notifications and spammy discord messages.
In the end, our beleaguered wizard sits there, clutching their mug of cold, regretful coffee, contemplating if this was all just an elaborate prank by the universe or a truly epic self-sabotage. Either way, the template is almost done, but at this point, who cares? It’s not like they’re getting any sleep or chocolate out of this mess.
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
The final stretch.
The wizard is so close to finishing this cursed template that only a few
“blah blah” details
remain to be filled in. Simple, right? Wrong.
By this point,
their thoughts have devolved into complete gibberish, resembling the nonsensical babbling of those little yellow minions.
“Banana? Fluffy? Blah blah… workshop guide… potato?”
Every attempt to focus only leads to more brain sludge. It’s like their mind has decided to rebel, conjuring up the most random nonsense imaginable just to prolong the agony.
And then, after battling the urge to give up, they do what any desperate wizard would do—they steal. Two chocolates. From their mother’s secret stash. A brilliant heist, if you will, because honestly, at 3 a.m., who cares about consequences? Their mom will definitely throw a fit, but that’s future wizard’s problem, whether it’s tomorrow morning or three hours from now, when the caffeine crash hits and they’re being interrogated about the missing sweets.
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But for now, victory tastes like stolen chocolate and regret—and at least the wizard can finally almost focus. Almost.