>>25106 This is it. You've come so far and its finally time to do it. To be the big man. You approach the hoop, dribbling frantically as you dance around the opposition, until you finally break free and you rise- And then you rise. And then you rise. Higher, ever higher, you punch through the roof, the clouds, the atmosphere, the world is beneath you, a pristine jewel, a mother orb, you wonderful cradle and home. You descend. Existence breaks. They feel the weight of your folly, and never see the blast, their lives snuffed in a fraction of a moment by the force of your score. Absolute chaos infuses your dunk. Is released from it in an overwhelming wave. Manhatten is unmade. No mere drug will assuage this guilt.