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If there’s one game that constantly tricks me into thinking, “I’ll just play for five minutes,” it’s agario. And every single time, those five minutes magically transform into half an hour of intense micro-dodging, near-death escapes, heroic comebacks, and extremely questionable decisions. Today, I’m sharing another long, honest, totally-not-exaggerated story about my life as a tiny dot trying to survive in a world full of hungry circles.

Starting Small… Like, Microscopic Small

Every time I spawn in agario, I feel like a newborn creature entering a world where absolutely everything can kill me. I drift around collecting pellets, praying that the big players are too busy chasing each other to notice I even exist.

There’s something strangely calming about those first few seconds. It’s peaceful, quiet, almost meditative. And then—BOOM—a giant blob slides across the screen like a planet drifting into orbit, and my peaceful moment evaporates instantly.