The ROGUE OF MIND has begun to lose his patience.


He shouts in a mix of desperation and anger at a reviled setup.

There are more than a few punches you should be pulling right now and your relentless facade is almost full to bursting, you languish in a stew of your own slowcooked juices and shortcomings. Heated by the fire of your first failure left uncalculated.

You don't know how to handle that.