I'm not sure what you are attempting to convey here but the double meanings in Kyoka's poem about cups probably says more about the downsides of what happens when power scaling goes awry in ways similar to power creep crashing into an ongoing campaignWhen you played D&D before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You just like to roleplay
Your champion fighter makes me cry
You just like the fluff
And the lore of the campaign world
I wish I was special
Gonna make my character so special
But I'm a creep
I'm a powergamer
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if pun-pun is lame
I wanna have control
I’m gonna play the perfect game
It won’t matter what I roll
I want the DM to notice
When my PC is not around
So friggin' special
My multiclassed optimized PC is special…
But I'm a creep
I'm a powergamer
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
Awakened from peaceful sleep.
By Jōkisen,
Just four cups of it
Make one unable to sleep at night
it's not about cups