We start with a name game that's more like a fucking orgy of identity theft where Red Eye has to bang his old nickname out of some chick's ass. It's like a gladiator arena, but instead of swords, we're swinging dicks.

We're talking about a world where moving day means throwing your back out with a literal bag of cocks, and Bad Dragon shit is the new religion. Cuddling's not just for pussies; it's a fucking business where you need a goddamn government ID just to get a snuggle. 

Fangs, blood play, and polyamory?  We're diving deep into age gaps so large, you'd need a fucking time machine to bridge them, and we’re here to make sure some old fuck doesn't get his wrinkly heart stomped on by a gold-digging slut.

Silicone swords? Check. Butt plugs so big, they could double as fucking furniture? Check. Gangbang records that would make even the most jaded porn star say, "Fuck, that's too much"? Triple fucking check. And don't get me started on the shroom parties where clothes are just a suggestion.