As you can see in the picture, this is an electric chair, not made for enjoyment. During the beginning of my quest for chairvana in the U.S. however, I faked the 1st degree murder of one of my loyal followers and his wife in order to gain myself access to sit on this chair. After 2 years of dedication, I finally was awarded the electric chair in Alabama, and honestly, it felt so uncomfortable that I wish they’d turned it on. I had an escape plan ready though, and a band of my loyal followers helped me escape the FBI and leave the country. It’s been 30 years since my last time setting foot in the states.
