Enigmatic Cock
This world you live in is but a digital creation. You are puppets bound to the will of many players.
The data of your reality is within a window that is within a screen that is within a computer holding your whole potential experience.
When you die, what happens to you? Is the after-life just as much of a farce? Show me who will be the one to witness this, with the results of this battle.
The Chicken is © Millie, I suppose.
this title is so dumb