You got all the trophies! Congratulations!
When the night is over, like a baseball outta heck I'll be gone, gone, gone.
Like a baseball outta heck I'll be gone when the morning comes.
But when the game is done,
And the sync goes down,
And the mosaic's shining through...
Then like a hunter before the stacks of trophies,
I'll come crawling on back to you...
Consume and sacrifice enough meeple souls to satisfy the eldritch god's relentless hunger and plunge the mortal realm into an infernal heckscape. Let none escape this fiery domain, and in your infinite mercy, feed these hollow dissenters to your master as tribute to prove your worth on that ledger ticking below.
Uhh, I mean, haha baseball fun. Nothing suspicious here.