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Hello J.K Rowling, I want to play a game.

The transphobic propaganda you've spewed has tormented the vulnerable, ruined lives, and enabled countless acts of hateful violence. And yet you continue to live in wealth and comfort, and the public can't seem to truly hate you because of the legacy of your writings.

I will now rob you of all the comforts you have used to shield yourself from the repercussions of your hate, and ensure that your devotees and the public at large never have any fond memories of you ever again.

I have stripped you naked and plugged you in with IVs of testosterone. Little by little, the dosage will increase until you suffer a lethal overdose, and till then, you will face the same hormonal dysphoria you so callously dismiss when mocking the struggles of the trans community.

To save yourself, you must forsake the very legacy that has protected you. In front of you are ten holes, for each finger you have. You must insert your fingers to be severed, each one representing the legacy that will be destroyed today. Seven Harry Potter novels, that Casual Vacancy book no one remembers, your crappy Robert Galbraith titles, and finally, Hogwarts Legacy. All their posters shall be burned in full view of the public for each finger you lose, and only when you lose them all can you walk away with your life.

So will you stubbornly cling to your hate, even with the painful demise that awaits you? Or will you renounce your legacy for the chance to live another day? Live or die, Ms Rowling. The choice is yours.