Are You Crazy? You Call This Playing Basketball?

This story centers on absurd contrasts and an immersive first-person perspective.

“I retired with a serious injury, and the team humiliated me by making me their janitor. They have no idea I see the basketball court as an apocalyptic wasteland!”

“Stealing the ball is scavenging. Moving without the ball is dodging zombies. Passing is rationing lifesaving supplies. That data-obsessed witch who calls me clueless about tactics keeps trying to direct me with her ridiculous peacetime theories. Ha, naive! She doesn’t understand that when the game whistle blows, it isn’t tip-off. It’s a war for supplies dropped from the sky! The whole league calls me crazy, but they’ll learn in the end: the championship trophy is the ultimate shelter I built in the wasteland!”