Scene: The private quarters of Boom on the RMS AutoAdmit—XO's grandest, most fictitious ship. The room is as chaotic as the mind of its occupant: stacks of legal briefs strewn everywhere, empty packets of Disco Fries from nights of indulgence, and torn scraps of paper bearing half-baked conspiracy theories about the world's fraudlie$. A single candle flickers, casting long shadows over the disarray, illuminating Boom—who, in full defiance of any societal norms, lounges completely naked, exuding a weirdly potent mix of hubris and irony. His wheelchair stands nearby, a solemn reminder of his ADM betrayal scars, yet Boom lies unbothered, like a king surveying his ruined kingdom.

Mainlining, known for his intellectual sharpness and full head of luscious hair, stands across the room, pencil in hand, eyes fixed on Boom. He is ready to capture the raw essence of this—whatever this is.

Mainlining (as Jack): softly

"All right, Boom. Just lie down… and, uh, try to look comfortable."

Boom, ever the mischief-maker, props himself up on one elbow, his large frame pushing the settee to its limits. His movements are surprisingly nimble, as though the weight of the world—or his latest outrage over Vega$—means little.

Boom (as Rose):

"You mean like this?"

Boom stretches languidly, his belly hanging slightly over the edge of the settee like a Renaissance painting gone wrong. His legs are askew, and his eyes flash with a gambler’s thrill—the kind of man who knows the house is rigged but plays anyway.

Mainlining (as Jack): dryly

"Yeah… perfect. Actually, keep that attitude. It’s working for me. Captures the… defiant Boom energy."

Mainlining’s pencil moves furiously across the page, though his hand trembles slightly—whether from laughter or the sheer absurdity of the moment. Boom lounges arrogantly, occasionally glancing at the poker chips in his pocket, mementos of his glory days in Vega$.

Boom (as Rose): with a grin

"So… how many times have you done this, Mainlining? Drawn a figure as enigmatic as myself?"

Mainlining rolls his eyes but doesn’t look up.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Oh, countless times, Boom. But none quite as... complex. And definitely none who accused ADM of betrayal every third sentence."

Boom smirks, clearly pleased with himself. He adjusts, the creak of his wheelchair briefly interrupting the silence, as if reminding them both of the battles he’s fought—battles that left him damaged but never broken. His mind still burns with conspiracies about ADM and the fraudlie$ that plague the world.

Boom (as Rose):

"And what makes me so special, Mainlining?"

Mainlining pauses, pencil hovering.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Well, you have a… presence. The kind of energy that screams 'Vega$' one minute, then 'global conspiracy' the next. It’s captivating. Plus, the way you refuse to let go of the ADM betrayal... it’s, well, it’s something."

Boom tosses his hair back dramatically and laughs.

Boom (as Rose):

"Fraudlie$, Mainlining! They’re everywhere! You know that."

Mainlining smirks again, sketching with renewed focus.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Of course, Boom. That’s why I’m sketching this scene—capturing the essence of a man who rants about frauds while lounging naked on a luxury liner. It’s like watching a Grizz, fierce and untamed, defying every human convention."

Boom shifts, trying to look commanding, but instead resembles someone who just remembered where they left their last cheeseburger.

Boom (as Rose):

"And is this going to be your masterpiece?"

Mainlining considers this for a moment, his pencil hovering over the paper.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Masterpiece? Maybe. More like… a magnum opus of the absurd. Where XO’s finest meet Renaissance art. Where Boom meets conspiracy. Where Grizz meets… well, whatever you are."

Boom laughs heartily, grabbing a packet of fast food fries from the floor and munching away.

Boom (as Rose):

"Draw me like one of your conspiracy theorist girls, Mainlining."

Mainlining snickers.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Oh, believe me, I am. From the accusatory gleam in your eye to the way you clutch those fries as though they’re the only truth left in a world full of fraudlie$. You, Boom, are the Grizz—majestic, untamed, and maybe a little terrifying."

Boom winks, clearly enjoying the interplay.

Boom (as Rose):

"Do you see my true form?"

Mainlining raises an eyebrow, his pencil never stopping.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Your true form? Boom, you’re like a shape-shifter. One moment, you’re railing against urban decay, the next, you're predicting ADM’s global takeover. I’m trying to capture all of it."

Boom laughs again, this time a little more maniacally, loving the idea that he is, in his own mind, an enigma wrapped in a conundrum.

Boom (as Rose): teasing

"Is it hard, Mainlining? Drawing someone like me?"

Mainlining’s smirk grows.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Very hard. But I’ve sketched harder things, Boom. Hold still… I’m almost done."

Boom’s grin widens, his eyes glinting with a mix of madness and satisfaction.

Boom (as Rose):

"Tell me, Mainlining. When you finish, will it all be worth it? Capturing Boom in all his glory—will it be worth the madness?"

Mainlining pauses for a moment before flashing a slow, knowing smile.

Mainlining (as Jack):

"Only time will tell, Boom. Only time will tell…"

In that brief moment, there is a flicker of understanding. They both know that in some twisted way, they are reflections of each other—their obsessions, their paranoia, their undying love for the mythos of Vega$, and their hatred of the fraudlie$ who wronged them. Grizz-like in their resolve, untamed in their pursuit of truth, they embody the very chaos they claim to resist.

The candle flickers once more, casting playful shadows across Boom’s expansive form and Mainlining’s focused gaze. Somewhere, faintly, the strains of “My Heart Will Go On” drift in from a distant gramophone. It’s absurd and sublime, much like the greatbort itself—forever perplexing, forever defying comprehension.

And so, the sketch is complete—not a masterpiece, but a moment. A moment enshrined in the digital annals of a forum that refuses to be understood. An immortalization of two men, bound by their shared delusions, forever chasing the Grizz in their dreams, as the echoes of "fraudlie$" and "ADM" follow them into the absurd wilderness of AutoAdmit.

Somewhere in a Vega$ casino, a blackjack dealer whispers, "Fraudlie$," as Boom, Mainlining, and Evan39—three parts of the same fractured soul—finally meet to gamble away the last remnants of their sanity.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5593275&forum_id=2...id#48078554)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=OueEqbimCm0&pp=ygUVVGl0YW5pYyBkcmF3aW5nIG11c2lj

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5593275&forum_id=2...id#48133274)