In the midst of my amusement on the waterslide, a colossal shadow engulfed the entire pool, casting a momentary pall over my joy. My gaze ascended, revealing the imposing figure of Ardiis, who descended upon me with purpose. His entry into the pool, a grand leap, generated a formidable wave that rendered me unconscious.
Upon regaining my senses, I found myself ensnared within the confines of a frigid, squalid chamber. There, Ardiis stood, broadcasting his exploits in the popular shooter game VALORANT on Twitch, engaging his audience with a remarkable verbosity, uttering the word "bro" an astonishing 254 times in a mere three sentences. Bewildered, and driven by hunger, I discovered my restraints were crafted from chocolate. I hastened to liberate myself, all the while remaining inconspicuous, presuming I was confined to what I assumed was his maternal abode.
My explorations yielded an exit, whereupon I encountered a furious throng of Brazilians brandishing blowtorches and pitchforks, their chants decrying Ardiis as a racist and a failure. Unperturbed, I sought swift departure. Yet, as I approached the threshold, Ardiis, with his immense hand, restrained me, whispering in my ear with a mellifluous tone, "You're not going anywhere, pumpkin pie," and, "Daddy's going to resolve this swiftly."
Stepping outside, he performed a flamboyant aerial maneuver, conjuring five knives around him, dispatching the Brazilian crowd with a frightening ease. Terrified, I resigned myself to fate. Ardiis approached, each step resonating like a drumbeat. Upon reaching me, he settled down, stating that I had grown cold, necessitating his warmth. After some time, he ushered me back into the malodorous basement, disrobing in the process. He proceeded to inspect me, licking my ear, only to be suddenly overcome with embarrassment. He released me, acknowledging his grievous mistake — all along, he had mistaken me for a chocolate egg, his profound disappointment etched upon his face.
Discord