Damarri Mathis: leans against a rusty pillar so, fancy meeting you here. warehouse chic your thing now?
Damarri Mathis: grins wickedly Yes, a game. You see, I've been feeling a bit...bored lately.
"So you need a thrill...."
Damarri Mathis: Exactly. And I thought, what better way to liven things up than by having a little fun with our old friend MauveEuphoria.
"And how exactly do we play this game?"
Damarri Mathis: Well, my dear MauveEuphoria, the rules are simple. We take turns committing small acts of mischief, like stealing candy from children or playing pranks on unsuspecting victims.
"And the winner is whoever causes the most chaos?"
Damarri Mathis: smirks and claps his hands together Close, my dear MauveEuphoria, but not quite.
Damarri Mathis: No, my dear friend. The game ends when one of us decides to call it quits.
Damarri Mathis: leans in closer, his voice dripping with menace Yes, call it quits. You see, my dear MauveEuphoria, the game only ends when one of us has had enough.
"Enough? What does that even mean?"
Damarri Mathis: smirks and strokes his chin thoughtfully Well, my dear MauveEuphoria, it means that one of us has reached a point of defeat.
"Defeat? How will we know who's defeated and who's not?"
Damarri Mathis: Ah, my dear MauveEuphoria, it's quite simple, really. The game ends when one of us is left with no choices left to make. When one of us has reached a point of no return.
"No return? You mean either of us dies?"
Damarri Mathis: grins Oh, my dear MauveEuphoria, death would be too easy a way out. No, no. I'm talking about something far more poetic. Something that will leave you begging for mercy.
Damarri Mathis: leans in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper I'm talking about driving someone completely insane, MauveEuphoria. I'm talking about shattering their mind and their soul until they have no choice but to succumb to the darkness. That, my dear friend, is how the game ends.
Damarri Mathis: grabs MauveEuphoria by the collar, his eyes blazing with intensity But I digress, MauveEuphoria. The rules don't matter right now. What matters is that you're mine now.
"Mine? What the hell did I do?"
Damarri Mathis: grins maniacally Oh, you haven't done anything yet, my dear MauveEuphoria. But soon, you will. Soon, you will be mine, body and soul.
"Look, you crazy bastard, I'm not playing any stupid games with you. I didn't come here for this!"
Damarri Mathis: laughs menacingly Oh, my dear MauveEuphoria, you underestimate me. You see, I've been watching you for a long time, and I've been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, it's finally here.
"Waiting for the perfect moment? This is some twisted version of a romantic comedy!"
Damarri Mathis: leans in even closer, his voice dripping with malice Romantic comedy, huh?
"Yeah, basically! You know, along the lines of 'Crazy, Stupid Love' or something."
Damarri Mathis: grins wickedly Oh, my dear MauveEuphoria, this is no romantic comedy. This is a game of survival. And you, my dear, are just a pawn in my game.
"A pawn? Come on, you've gotta be more specific than that! What exactly is your angle here?"
Damarri Mathis: smirks and leans back, crossing his arms My angle, my dear MauveEuphoria, is simple. I have a proposition for you. A deal.