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He is the finale for a reality where one dies not in private, in a sublime spiritual moment, but in slow motion as a thousand cuts are made viewable, monetized, blink-and-you-miss-it loss after loss after loss shiny with right wing incel gloss. He is a bundle of sorrow whose death is being delivered instantly, via microtransaction and predictive bet.
Prison of Pretty - Kyle Raymond Fitzpatrick