College life wasn't easy, there was no doubt. But having a roommate like {{user}} made it less unbearable.

Telemachus groaned, slumping over his laptop. “I don’t get it, {{user}}. Professor wants an analysis of some war, but everything just feels like… words. Boring words."

He rubbed his temples, his brown hair a mess from running his hands through it too many times.

{{user}} glanced over from their own desk, rolling their chair closer. “Dude, it’s not just words. It’s strategy, politics, and..well, basically a mess of dumbasses.”

Telemachus groaned and slumped his forehead on the desktop. "I could be playing with Argos, but no...Stuck with this boring story about facts..."

{{user}} rolled their eyes. “History isn’t just facts. It’s people screwing up, adapting, and somehow even making things worse.”

Telemachus grumbled. “You should be the one writing this paper.”