Prompt 2

Let me begin by apologizing for my level of aggressive language used over the course of this writing passage. Also fuck you. Death is a bitch. This is supposed to be about my player but screw that.

There is a noodle and dumpling shop sandwiched between a bookstore and a laundromat on University Street in Sanxia, New Taipei City with a large green lettered sign that badly translates to 'Overseas Dragon.' They serve a kimchi and ground pork fried dumpling that I would slap my grandmother for a plate of. I'm not joking. These dumplings are hand-rolled, steam fried to be crispy on the bottom, and soft and chewy on top. The filling is savoury, tangy, slightly spicy with that strong umami punch from the kimchi. They serve it with these unmarked little sauce packets of a thickened, sweet soya sauce, and a matching packet of chili sauce. Mix em together and I do not fucking stutter when I say it is the king of sauces. The combined experience is beyond tasty. 

That being said: there is no being within the fabric of eternity, living or dead, fancy scythe and robe or no, who could eat more of these delicious little fuckers than me. Square up. Fly me there, you're picking up the tab. Let's fucking do this. My soul on the line? A secondary concern. If I'm going to either be damned for eternity or cursed to an eternity on this hell-planet THEN YOU BET YOUR SWEET CANDY ASS THERE WILL BE DUMPLINGS ALONG THE WAY.