I bought God of War, ready to slay, But Sony steps in, blocking my way. "Sign in to PSN," they bark like a beast, Before I play, they need their feast. My data’s the sacrifice, not Mjolnir or blades— Just digits and numbers for their corporate raids. Email, birthdate, card info too, All so they can milk a dime out of you. Screw your "community," your digital sham, I just wanted to crush gods—not give a damn.