Show me what you’ve got cooking in the halls of Nyarlothotep where our frenemy Kamala channels the spirit of the new Cleopatra. 
Show me what you’ve got cooking in the halls of Nyarlothotep where our frenemy Kamala channels the spirit of the new Cleopatra.
The boys and I peer into the gaze of the bourgeois abyss, another round of helldivers. The contradictions of friendly fire are mounting. The architect and the builder arrive calmly from their escalator with a sense of purpose.