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The notification pinged on Juhnkit’s screen as he scrolled through the comments section of his latest blog post. “Juhnkit, you playing with fire bro,” wrote Ragtime67, the words burning into his retina like a digital brand. Before he could process the first attack, another appeared below it: “How dare you poke around and parodize what so many people relate to. How dare you speak your mind bluntly like that,” from a user called Jahkeeshy. Juhnkit leaned back in his chair, a big smile, a hilarious smile, a very proud smile crossing his face despite the sting. This was the price of authenticity, he supposed—a hateful band of stereotypes and self-appointed critics circling his words like buzzards, riders of others’ opinions who lacked the courage to create something of their own. He cracked his knuckles and positioned his fingers over the keyboard. They wanted fire? He’d show them an inferno… “It’s time,” he said as his hands rose upward to his bright, neon-lighted keyboard…