>>14974051It's a filter. It happens anytime you try to say Hello Tony, you don't know me, but I know you. I want to play a game.
So far in what loosely could be called your life you've made a living suckling on the teat of your Father, a Man who worked for a fortune you haplessly squander on what many would consider self-aggrandizing vanity projects. Now, we will see just how deep that vanity runs, how much you're willing to relinquish in order to keep the gifts so many aside from yourself could use so much better.
Look to your left, Mister Khan. That's Will Ospreay, and in his right quadricep lies the key to your salvation.
Now to your right. That's a pack of E-Chads, and should they gnaw through the steel bars between themselves and you, they'll tear you limb from limb.
Discard your obsession, Khan. Rob this Man of his ability to produce bangers by maiming him and prove that you're more than a superficial movesmark. He'll survive, but he'll never flip again. Or will your reckless desire to see 720 corkscrew planchas immobilize you, giving the E-Chads the time they need to break the walls down and violently sodomize you both?
The clock is ticking, Mister Khan. Make your move.
