I would hold an elaborate tournament in honor of Braknar. The goal of the tournament would be to reproduce the feeling of having your still-beating-heart boiled in flaming p!ss and sh!t by a demon seconds after being ripped out of your chest. As you watch your heart disintegrate into muddy ashes the demon uses his massive demon wiener to punch through the back of your throat and pop out the back of your skull, all fades to black until you wake up just in time to see the demon ripping your heart out again. You are caught in a vicious cycle that can never be broken now and for all eternity you watch the demon boil your heart while laughing in your face and adding extra p!ss to the pot every few rounds.
AKA The same feeling I had the day Wu'Tang was chained by the greasy one.
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