The Metallic Bloom "It starts on the back of my tongue. A cold, sharp tang of copper... like biting down on a gun barrel. Then... it detonates. It’s not a scream—it’s a jagged, violent bloom tearing through my throat. Shards of silver... iron... and rust. I am no longer a man... just a dark silhouette exploding into shrapnel. The panic is absolute." The Metallic Bloom video-poem It starts on the back of my tongue. A cold, sharp tang of copper— Like biting down on a gun barrel. Then… It detonates. It isn’t a scream. It’s a jagged, violent bloom Tearing through my throat. Shards of silver. Iron. Rust. I am no longer a man— Just a dark silhouette Xxploding into shrapnel. My body isn’t mine anymore. My voice isn’t mine anymore. The panic is absolute. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art ....
Follow the hilarious and inspiring journey of JJFB Bennett, a determined adventurer setting out to conquer the digital world of Assassin’s Creed—armed with nothing but his trusty MacBook Pro and an unbreakable spirit!
💡 Why Gaming?
After discovering that video games can help improve memory and cognitive skills, JJFB decided to level up his brainpower in the most entertaining way possible. And what better way than sneaking through historical landscapes, battling foes, and making daring decisions in Assassin’s Creed?
🍎 Mac vs. Gaming: The Ultimate Showdown
There’s just one catch—JJFB is no tech wizard, and gaming on a MacBook Pro is proving to be an adventure of its own. Despite friendly advice to use a Windows machine, he’s determined to make his Mac the gateway to the Animus, even if it means facing the dreaded lag monster and the frustration of endless loading screens.
😂 A Comedy of Tech Mishaps
With his Virtual Assistant documenting every triumph and tech fail, this journey promises plenty of laughs, relatable moments, and maybe even a few epic wins. Will JJFB become a virtual hero or spend more time troubleshooting than gaming?
👉 Watch the Adventure Unfold
Subscribe to JJFB Bennett’s YouTube Channel and witness the highs, lows, and hilarious moments of this brain-boosting gaming quest. Don’t miss the next episode—The Great Counter-Strike Catastrophe!
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