Jester09 leaned back in his chair, cracking his knuckles. It was the oldest trick in the book—so old it had become a meme, then an anti-meme, then a meta-ironic trap. He typed the command, his fingers moving automatically.
He sighed, the adrenaline fading into the familiar numbness of 9b9t. He opened chat to complain. 9b9t kit shop hot
Jester now held the lava bucket. He stared at it. It had a lore—a purple description text at the bottom. Jester09 leaned back in his chair, cracking his knuckles