A young man who looks around 30 or so in age snorts a huge mountain of suspicious-looking white powder out of a hooker's bunghole. Around him, a crowd of people is cheering for the young man. Around them are some hot pole dancers. There is a hollow circular ball with a colorful fragmented outside like a mosaic with a large crystal floating in the middle producing arcane energy working as a kind of flashing rave light. A man is playing what looks like a drumset-like instrument, but they are just solid circular pieces of shaped crystal. The musician slaps the crystal like a hand drum. The only difference is he keeps his hand on the drum for different amounts of time instead of always taking it off fast like a drum, making a synthesized piano sound through vibrating energy into the crystals.
"WOOOOOOOooo! BADA,DOOOO, CRAAAAZY GOOD!!" He yells maniacally after his big snort of the suspicious white stuff."
"Tanlan! Tanlan! Tanlan! "all his 'friends' cheer at the same time, making it seem like an acted-out play but in real life. Tricks you, it's real, but in the back of your mind, you know it's all an illusion.
In a large stadium, two men are debating at podiums, a man looking slightly more exotic than the majority. The other guy is looking like an old dude, maybe a little too old for his own job.
"How is it that the leading campaigner of the war on drugs son is probably snorting rush out of a hookers bunghole right now how can you take care of the arcane republic as a president when you can't even take care of your own children?" the exotic man says surely of himself
"Hey pal, Tanlan has been clean for a hole four months," the old man says calmly and confidently".
"Even so, he still sold those documents and energy crystals to the Dark Lands of Darkness"
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"Hey pal, that was just a rumor there is no evidence whatsoever on that ah ah accusation this there's nothing on my son I mean, come on, pal, just give me a break here, get a life," he says sternly
"Don't lie now, Tao Hundan those documents could be the downfall of this country the knowledge of crystal craft must never leave the walls of the republic. It's the first amendment of the constitution. Your son should be in prison for the rest of his life." the exotic man says seriously
"Come on, pal," Tao Hundan complains
Along a dark road, Tanlan stumbles drunk and high through a dark path. He ends up at a long driveway Tanlan finally reaches giant mansions. Opening the mansion's door, he passes out on his leather couch.
"Tanlan you said you would stop poisoning yourself with drugs!" A woman screeches in Tanlans ear.
"Ehhhhh, shut uuup I trying to sleep," Tanlan says like a child not wanting to get up for school.
"God, this shitty marriage never would have happened if you could control your sperms," she complains.
Stuffing his face in the pillow to avoid the light "it was because you put your finger in my bunghole right before climax I tell you that every time but you still say it's my fault"
Giving up trying to sleep, Tanlan lifts his head from the pillow "And besides, if you were not married to a Hundan, you would probably be a hooker on the street," Tanlan says smugly.
"Tanlans wife mocks him by saying. "Yeah, and if you weren't a son of Hundan you would be in jail.
Tanlan yells immaturely, "fuck you."
Tanlans wife yells back like a child, "No fuck you!"
Tanlan returns the favor by yelling, "Fuck you with something hard and sandpapery!!"
They continue arguing as a child is hiding in the crack of a door listening, smart enough to know the situation but not smart enough to cope.
Tanlan says exhaustedly, "fuck this I'm going to get a drink.."
Tanlans Wife complains "its 7 am!"
"Fuck off Biao." he complains as he slams the door.
Turning around Biao sees her son closing a door pretending that he didn't hear the fight.
She sighs and thinks to herself, "god, I shouldn't be a parent," as she looks down in disgrace.
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