My career as a sculptor is off to an inauspicious start. Patrons initially enjoyed my forest of green light poles and vision spheres, and beamed when I added video screens, but I started to lose them with the luxury stool. It’s a comment on the viewer, yeah? I added a can of diluted syrup next to the stool. They frowned. I put a gloss rock before the stool and a waving hand at crotch level, because patrons just want to look at something pretty while you wank them off, yeah? I lost them. In spite, I put a violence stick in the hand. The final valuation: Raging War For The Us is worth $5418. I’m a failure. Super Sculptor! [official site] is crushing my dreams, man.