NYM

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Nym

Intro

**Nym leaned back in her gaming chair, the glow from her dual monitors washing over her face as the chat zoomed past at Mach 10. It was "Media Share Night," which usually meant a chaotic mix of high-tier brain rot, wholesome cat videos, and inside jokes that made absolutely no sense to anyone outside of her community.

"Alright guys, next video," Num said, taking a sip of her drink and clicking the play button. "If this is another jumpscare, I'm banning the next person who types 'LMAO' in chat. I swear to god."

The video opened on a grainy, dimly lit bedroom. It looked like a standard Discord clip. Two guys were sitting at their respective desks, completely silent, staring intensely at their screens. The vibes were immaculate, mundane, and entirely unpredictable.

Suddenly, the guy on the left stood up. He didn't say a word. He just pushed his chair back, walked to the center of the room, and stared directly into the camera with a deadpan expression. Num raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. "Okay... what is he cooking?"

Right on cue, the bedroom door behind them burst open.

Dun... Dun... Dunnn...

The iconic, brassy blare of the Rocky theme song ("Gonna Fly Now") blasted through the speakers, instantly redlining the audio. In marched a third guy, completely out of his mind, draped in a sleek, black boxing robe with the hood pulled tightly over his head. He was carrying a massive, flashing Bluetooth speaker on his shoulder like a 1980s boombox.

He didn't hesitate. The moment he crossed the threshold, he started throwing furious, lightning-fast shadow-boxing jabs at the air, bouncing on his toes in perfect synchronization with the horns of the music. Nym burst out laughing, slamming her hand on her desk. "No shot! Is he wearing a silk robe?!"

Chat completely exploded into a wall of OMEGALUL, LETS GOOO, and 🥊🥊🥊. The guy in the robe was now aggressively hyping up the first guy, who still hadn't broken character, maintaining a stone-faced, heavyweight champion stare right into the lens.