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Who acted just like a pistol.
With words so curt,
He'd make you hurt,
Leaving you bristled and wistful.
"Pray, Jordan," quoth his mother, "Dost thou not tire of such relentless gaming? Is there not more to life?"
"Why, mother," quoth Jordan, "As Destiny 2 doth be my stage, then it is my part to play. Verily, I am but an actor in this grand play, and the controller, my script."
"Alas," sighs the mother, "Thou art more like a groundling, stuck in the pit, whilst the world's a stage for everyone else!"
And thus, it seems Jordan's destiny is but to play Destiny, a tragicomedy in the living room's Globe Theatre.