Ju Fufu, this name seems to carry a hint of frivolity, but the popcorn pot in her hand is a heavy symbol. She wields the spatula, and the four consecutive hits are not only a fight, but also a resistance to this absurd world. Flames accompany each knock, just like the burning pain and anger in people’s hearts. The flames jump, but they can’t burn the deep helplessness.
This popcorn pot is not an ordinary kitchen utensil, but a weapon and shackle for modern people. She uses it to hit the difficulties of life, and also tries to use flames to dispel the surrounding darkness. The first three hammers are swift and fierce, like the long-suppressed anger bursting out, and the fourth hammer is accompanied by a helpless sigh. Each hit is accompanied by burning pain, knocking the hearts of the people around her.
Her evasive movements, turning and spinning, seem to be avoiding the ruthless blow of fate. As the spatula rotates, the flames fly, as if mocking the cruel reality. How can modern people’s lives not be hurt? But they, like her, spun and dodged, struggling to survive. Although the flames were hot, they also burned people’s reason and warmth.
At the moment of “opening the pot”, Ju Fufu’s flames burst out, and his teammates gathered around the fire, as if looking for a trace of warmth in this indifferent society. But this warmth is short-lived and false. The fire will eventually go out, and the people sitting around will eventually disperse. In reality, people’s “warmth” is often just a disguise of interests and compromise.
She had more wounds, but her attack power was stronger. This is an absurd logic of power. The deeper the pain, the more intense the battle. It seems that in this cruel world, only those who have experienced more injuries are worthy of greater right to fight back. The wounds became her medals and also the harsh reward of this society to her.
The skills of support are like a faint hope. She quickly supported her teammates, parried support, and added attacks, but it was difficult to cover up the cruelty of this ruthless world. Everyone is fighting for themselves. The so-called team is just a temporary union, as fragile as the flames in the pot.
When the final move exploded, the flames burned fiercely and popcorn flew everywhere. The heat and noise at that moment were the release of extreme emotions in life. However, afterwards, there was still silence and emptiness. The sound of the explosion covered up people’s inner cries, and reality was still cruel and ruthless.
Ju Fufu finally left, the flames of the pot flickered, and the embers were not extinguished. Her figure went away, but she left behind a silent struggle. What she hit with the spatula was not only the enemy, but also the darkness and helplessness in her heart. The flames in the popcorn pot illuminated not hope, but the shadow of the times.
This is not only the story of a game character, but also a metaphor for the spiritual situation of contemporary people. People lost themselves in the sound of the collision between the flames and the spatula, struggling to find the faint light. Ju Fufu’s popcorn pot is both a weapon and a cage. The absurdity of life is vividly reflected here, and the struggle of human nature seems extremely desolate.
Perhaps, everyone is Ju Fufu, carrying wounds, waving the “shovel” in his hand, seeking survival in absurdity, and seeking warmth in the flames. But most people don’t even have a spatula, and can only silently endure the endless darkness.
This is reality, there is no fairy tale, only the smell of burnt popcorn and the unextinguishable fire in the heart.