the fate of a snoy is very grim. you wonder alone on this board searching for any glim of hope that brings to your brand, your identity even. many others are heretics within your eyes, the eyes that have seen what playstation can and will produce. as time goes on you start to wonder if the concept of games is even a real thing. you scour off the dust on your ps5 and boot it up but the library is only a hollow silence. the rev of the fans spin to cool down a console that has no single game. you stare at your monitor in silence believing your eyes tells lies but your mind affirms you it is the truth. your $80 dualshock sense falls from your hands as you feel your body goes limp. within your room you perish with the thought that no games has ever been made for this console.

>boss has an unorthodox name