Night in Thorne's Cave: The Saga of Coffee and ConspiraciesBehold, after a journey worthy of a hero of modern mythology, you, the explorer of the depths of the coffee machine, decide to call on your friend Elton, the wizard of urban boredom. After extracting the last shred of happiness from the beans on your journey through coffee, you come across an answer that seems more like a riddle like those that Sphinx invented just to annoy you at snack time. "BridesheadReloaded Thrones roof" - A mix of references that would only make sense if you were under the effects of a hipster coffee combined with an episode of 'Game of Thrones'. Great, Elton managed to encode a message more complex than the recipe for the gourmet coffee you just served. With your stomach growling louder than a sound car in the middle of the night, you find yourself climbing the facade of the building, wondering if it's worth being a hero or just going down and ordering a slice of pizza. But pizza won't take me to new heights (literally)! Ah, the life of decisions. When you reach the "Thorne's roof", you come across a scene worthy of a B-horror movie: Elton, a true genius of the sleepy style, is reclining in a chair as if he were waiting for the apocalypse with great... style. Nothing like a duvet outfit and the expression of someone who has just lost an epic battle with the "snooze" button. On the other side, Hobland Nash and Roscoe Thanh, the evil twins of the cafe, surround a man known as Fornam, the music promoter - or, as you affectionately call him, "the guy who tries to sell shade". He is on his knees, spitting curses to the tenor sky, sure that Elton must be the reincarnation of some villain from a famous franchise. You approach, wondering whether you should rescue Fornam or simply take a selfie on the roof as if you were at a tourist spot. After all, what are human lives when there's the possibility of thousands of likes on Instagram? However, the mix of emotions and a hint of heroism begin to clutter your mind. With a smile of someone who has just realized that in real life things don't usually end with "and they lived happily ever after," you ponder: "If I rescue Fornam, I'll get a favor and maybe even a VIP show. If I don't, well, I can always go back to my pizza." Between Fornam's drama, Elton's style and the intermittent rain, you realize that, anyway, the real question is: "Who really needs a protagonist when you can be the antihero of your own coffee saga?" And so, amid a deluge of thoughts and the complexity of modern life, you open your mouth to scream... which is to say: "The social responsibility triggered by coffee in this state is a very complex concept. Let's take it easy, gentlemen?"
