A man chooses, a slave obeys.

I am GEESMAN, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his fingers? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the Donald Trump.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'Cyka Blyat!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a clan where the memer would not fear the censor, where the mlg kidz would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture clan become your clan as well.