Race isn't over you

Race whispers to jadennator1, saying "Come to me, come to me." It is a call that refuses to be ignored. Everything jadennator1 has ever wanted in life appears in that game, but it is all a trap. The gifts are hollow. All that exists inside them is pain and despair. But it is something you cannot know unless you go to retrieve them. On the outside even ugliness and suffering can appear beautiful.