You think a new arm will make you a god? Cute. Chrome isn’t a miracle; it’s a bargain. You’re trading a piece of your soul for a tool that will glitch, rot, and bleed you dry of every Cal you earn. This is the gospel of chrome — the street-level truth about the price of flesh, the ripperdoc’s catalog, the slow decay of your own body, and the secret synergies that separate the legends from the corpses.
