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I’d never think to play a hitman chef with a cultish kink, a body that doubles as a lethal weapon, a commanding presence in command of the illusion of safety, steak knife bigger than they are tall picking up for the first time a gun and have that gun be a bazooka made from kitchen slag as they hunt through a 6-chambered hive of dragonflues controlling a gambit of elements ending in a Baroque, Graffitied bunker that’s anything but Untouched containing the glass eye the chef needs to find and destroy the unarmed living saint walking around scrubbing ghosts off everyone’s old structures, thereby killing their actual mark: the planet.

I love it. I’m so glad you make this.


"With 30: spend 30 bullets — " holy SHIT 😵