Scene: The private quarters of Boom on the RMS AutoAdmit, the fictional analog of the RMS Titanic. The dimly lit room is cluttered with legal briefs, crumpled packets of Disco Fries’ fast food indulgences, and several conspiracy theory scribblings. A single candle flickers, casting long shadows against the walls, and in the center, on a lavish settee, lies Boom—completely naked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and irony. His wheelchair is positioned nearby, a stark reminder of his battles, both internal and external.

Mainlining stands across the room, his gaze intense, a pencil in his hand, poised above a sketchpad. He is ready to capture Boom in all his raw, unfiltered glory.

Mainlining (as Jack): [softly] "All right, Boom. Lie down… try to be… comfortable."

Boom shifts slightly, propping himself up on one elbow, his large frame barely fitting on the settee. Despite the chair at his side, he moves with a surprising agility, a blend of stubbornness and determination. A smirk crosses his face—a combination of curiosity and mischief.

Boom (as Rose): You mean like this?

He stretches languidly, his belly spilling slightly over the edge of the settee, his limbs akimbo, like a Renaissance painting gone hilariously wrong. The flickering light casts shadows across his face, giving him the look of a gambler who knows the house is rigged but loves the game anyway.

Mainlining (as Jack): Yes… exactly like that. And… lose the attitude. [pausing] Actually, keep the attitude. It’s perfect. Captures the raw essence of this… moment.

Mainlining’s voice is steady, yet there is a slight tremor in his hand. He begins to sketch, his pencil moving quickly across the page. He glances up occasionally, seeing Boom lounging with a mixture of arrogance and amusement, his eyes occasionally flickering toward the poker chips he keeps in his pocket as a memento of his glory days in "Vega$".

Boom (as Rose): [sultry] So… Mainlining, have you done this many times before?

Mainlining rolls his eyes slightly but doesn't break his focus.

Mainlining (as Jack): [dryly] Oh, countless times, Boom. I’ve painted many… enigmatic figures before, but none quite as... complex. And certainly none who spoke of 'fraudlie$' every third sentence or carried the scars of ADM’s betrayal.

Boom grins, clearly enjoying the attention, shifting again to make sure his “good side” is facing Mainlining. His wheelchair creaks slightly as he adjusts himself, the reminder of ADM's treachery—those bastards who left him mentally damaged and chair-bound, yet somehow still powerful, like a king fallen from grace but not from resolve.

Boom (as Rose): And what makes me so special, Mainlining?

Mainlining pauses for a moment, pencil hovering over the page.

Mainlining (as Jack): Well, you have a… certain presence. A combination of unrestrained boldness, a love for 'Vega$'—the only place you believe you can finally meet me in person—and an obsession with proving everyone else is a fraud. It’s… captivating. And there’s your stance on everything being a conspiracy, with ADM at the center of it.

Boom chuckles, tossing his hair back dramatically.

Boom (as Rose): How dare you suggest I’m paranoid? The frauds—no, the 'fraudlie$'—are everywhere, you know that.

Mainlining smirks, continuing to sketch with a renewed focus.

Mainlining (as Jack): Of course, Boom. That’s why I’m capturing your essence—the essence of a man who battles existential threats while sitting naked on a luxury liner. It’s… inspiring, in its own way. Like watching a Grizz, powerful and raw, untamed by the limitations of human convention.

Boom shifts again, trying to look both pensive and commanding, but ends up resembling someone trying to remember where they left their last cheeseburger.

Boom (as Rose): And will this be your masterpiece, Mainlining?

Mainlining stops sketching for a moment, tilting his head as if considering the weight of the question.

Mainlining (as Jack): [grinning] This… this will be my magnum opus, Boom. The moment where AutoAdmit meets the great Renaissance artists, where the absurd meets the sublime. Where Grizz meets… well, whatever it is you represent.

Boom laughs loudly, his belly shaking with the effort. He reaches over, grabbing a discarded packet of fast food fries, munching thoughtfully.

Boom (as Rose): Draw me like one of your... conspiracy theorist girls.

Mainlining laughs, the sound rich with irony.

Mainlining (as Jack): Oh, I am. Believe me, I am. I’m capturing every detail, from the accusatory gleam in your eye to the way you clutch those fries like they're the only truth in a world full of lies. You, Boom, are like the Grizz to me—majestic, untamed, maybe a little terrifying, but undeniably compelling.

Boom winks, enjoying the interplay, his face a picture of indulgence and satisfaction.

Boom (as Rose): Tell me, Mainlining, do you see my true form?

Mainlining raises an eyebrow, still sketching.

Mainlining (as Jack): [deadpan] Your true form? Boom, you’re like a shifting shadow—one moment a poet of urban decay, the next a ranting prophet of online paranoia. I’m trying to capture all of it… and none of it.

Boom grins wider, clearly relishing the idea that he is, at least in his own mind, an enigma wrapped in a conundrum.

Boom (as Rose): [teasing] Is it hard, Mainlining? Painting someone like me?

Mainlining smirks, his pencil moving with newfound intensity.

Mainlining (as Jack): Oh, it’s very hard, Boom. But I’ve painted harder. Trust me. Now… hold that thought. I’m almost done.

Boom’s grin becomes a little more playful, a little more manic.

Boom (as Rose): Well, when you’re finished, I want the truth, Mainlining. Was it worth it? Was capturing Boom worth all the madness?

Mainlining pauses, pencil hovering once more, before giving a slow, knowing smile.

Mainlining (as Jack): Only time will tell, Boom. Only time will tell…

But in the dim candlelight, a flicker of recognition passes between them. For they both know the truth that they are, in some twisted way, reflections of the same persona—their obsessions, their paranoia, their love for the myth of "Vega$" and their hatred of the "fraudlie$" that took everything away. They are each other, they are themselves, they are the Grizz staring back at them from the wilderness of their minds.

The candle flickers once more, casting shadows that dance across Boom’s expansive form and Mainlining’s focused face. Somewhere, faintly, the strains of “My Heart Will Go On” play on a distant gramophone, blending with the absurdity of the scene. Two men, a world apart, brought together in a moment that is both profound and profoundly ridiculous. An immortalization of an eternal question: what does it truly mean to be captured on paper, or in the ever-shifting pixels of the AutoAdmit greatbort?

And thus, the sketch is complete. Not a masterpiece, perhaps, but a moment—forever enshrined in the annals of a digital realm that refuses to be understood, much like the men who inhabit it. And somewhere in a Vegas casino, a blackjack dealer whispers, "Fraudlie$," as Boom, Mainlining, and Evan39—all parts of the same fractured soul—finally meet, face-to-face, to gamble away what remains of their collective sanity, as they chase the Grizz in their dreams.

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