The gods had been split-screening it since the first domino. The show was a three-ring circus and every character was a clown.
Wine came out at twenty. The good shit at thirty. But today, the pantheon is doing tequila shots.
They canceled everything. Wars, orgies, therapy, that one guy's eternal punishment. All of it. Every split screen slammed into one giant screen like the universe just hit "watch this, bitch."
Why?
Domino Seventy-Three was the closer. The final tile. The big one.
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Welcome to the season finale of The Real Alphas of Nyros.
On tonight's episode: Stepdad and Dad meet at the gaslighting table in a chamber full of Alphas with the collective attention span of a concussed goldfish mainlining bath salts.
The Alphas thank you for watching. The Betas advise you to buckle the fuck up.
ROLL CALL:
Shadowfell:
"Big Nick Energy. Look it up."
The Blackmoor Twins:
"I didn't draw on her. Do you want me to go back to the floor and show you AGAIN?"
Lunaris:
