In his dying breath, Linri thought about his life. Maybe OG Linri was really controlling his life and that was why he had lost. He was so close to winning but his dream shattered in one big swoop. Everything he did was pointless, he would have never been able to win. How could he even hope to win? How could he forget one of his philosophies? Grand hopes set you up for even grander failures. He had made a mistake by hoping he could win in the first place. He wasn't Linri, he was Max. Your average ordinary guy thrusted in this forsaken world.
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