i have a dungeon-- a secret crystal room if you will-- deep down in my building. its very regal and important. i'm trying to explain what it looks like but the grandeur of it slips away deviously from human language. but,,,,, well... have you ever played Final Fantasy II, at the beginning where you terrorize religious wizards and steal their shit? yeah.
so in the center of this room on the altar is a glass box. Can you guess whats inside? yea dude, an AES. and a mint copy of Pulstar. Every single day I slither into my crystal room in my robes and in all my mortal humility. Approaching it is almost criminal, but as a priestess I can do little more than remind myself of my credentials. Do I truly know the judgment from the other side? No. Perhaps I'm a saint. Working blindly, walking down a straight path. Right into my AES. I walk into it and I cannot walk anymore and finally the glass box falls to the ground and shatters on my glistening, iridescent crystal floor. The console and perfect game bounces like if all of pandora's evil tricks had been one solid premium home console system. My diamond baby has fallen to the floor. Immediately, through a deafening flood of tears in my sights, I lunge past the altar and grab the ornamental silver dagger of lord jesus. Unflinchingly I drive it through my throat and I begin gurglign like an infant and blood pouring down my neck and staining my robes and body. I am a twitching mass on the wet floor, barely alive. projectile blood spritz before my maimed worthless corpse, decorating the meager stage beneath my feet in its waltz. Clown approaches me and shakes his head. He cannot believe what he sees.