[belongs in non-canon] [has something been slowly swapping non-canon and morning spam?]
you are in dark misty maze. anxious. jogging, huffing for breath. you turn a corner and smack into raffick boss’ visage suddenly appearing, looming, darting at you, gigantic, hazy traffick boss’s visage [booming, whispering, darting at you wide-eyed]: “i will drive you into ruin …!” you gasp in terror at traffick boss intending to drive you into ruin [—it’s too much! we can’t take it! stopping before running other way, murdering family, turning into robot, enslaving for political assasination forever and more and more. also before fade-out of fantasy scene into hyper prison. Too much.
