- i tap the mic and cause feedback to whine through the room
- i swallow thickly, the mic picking up the sound of my saliva traveling down my esophagus
“george x mordred?”
- i am booed off the stage, rotten tomatoes exploding as they are thrown at my body
- i hide out back and cry
- a masked figure bashes my head in
- i die alone, in tears, and dishonored














