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7/16/2025, 9:51:10 PM
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I walk into the Cygames office, my heavy jewelry jingling every step of the way. Multiple nips gaze fearfully at me, clearly wondering what the logic was in hiring this bearded gaijin in cowboy boots who clearly showers in pic related.
I ask a secretary for the lead designer of Runecraft. He's in a meeting with his fellow nips. I walk in anyway. He tries to say hello and I reply by socking him in the face with a hand full of gold rings.
He hits the ground. I keep wailing on him, beating and kicking him over and over. Ribs crack. Blood flows. Teeth scatter across the floor. He's within an inch of his life, his fellow nips beg me not to kill him. He makes no attempt to defend himself. Even in the ridiculous scenario where he as a 1.5m 40kg jap could possibly fight off 2m 120kg of fat hairy Mexican, he could never fight back, because I am a made man and he is not, so he has to sit still and take it.
Finally the beating stops. He's a broken shell of the man he was ten minutes ago. I help him to his feet, personally pat down his jacket to get the dirt off, hand him a handkerchief to wipe away the blood. Then I place $100 in his vest pocket and hug him like he's my own son. We're all family in this organization.
At last I ask him in the most tender, fatherly tone possible what he thinks about giving spellBITCH a little nerf, just a little lovetap. He knows exactly what to answer if he doesn't want his wife and kids getting a visit next.
I leave. My work here is done. Come next patch spellBITCH will be no more. Since I'm already in Tokyo, I hit up that brothel where all the hookers are pregnant and lactating.
I walk into the Cygames office, my heavy jewelry jingling every step of the way. Multiple nips gaze fearfully at me, clearly wondering what the logic was in hiring this bearded gaijin in cowboy boots who clearly showers in pic related.
I ask a secretary for the lead designer of Runecraft. He's in a meeting with his fellow nips. I walk in anyway. He tries to say hello and I reply by socking him in the face with a hand full of gold rings.
He hits the ground. I keep wailing on him, beating and kicking him over and over. Ribs crack. Blood flows. Teeth scatter across the floor. He's within an inch of his life, his fellow nips beg me not to kill him. He makes no attempt to defend himself. Even in the ridiculous scenario where he as a 1.5m 40kg jap could possibly fight off 2m 120kg of fat hairy Mexican, he could never fight back, because I am a made man and he is not, so he has to sit still and take it.
Finally the beating stops. He's a broken shell of the man he was ten minutes ago. I help him to his feet, personally pat down his jacket to get the dirt off, hand him a handkerchief to wipe away the blood. Then I place $100 in his vest pocket and hug him like he's my own son. We're all family in this organization.
At last I ask him in the most tender, fatherly tone possible what he thinks about giving spellBITCH a little nerf, just a little lovetap. He knows exactly what to answer if he doesn't want his wife and kids getting a visit next.
I leave. My work here is done. Come next patch spellBITCH will be no more. Since I'm already in Tokyo, I hit up that brothel where all the hookers are pregnant and lactating.
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