Tony hawk gazes upon the mountains before him. The pale mountains of Switzerland, in the multilingual country of Switzerland, located near the center of Europe. The peaks before him, Swiss mountains of the country of Switzerland in a region predominantly speaking German, beckoned him. He loaded his skateboard underneath his arm and ambled toward the mass of earth that he would make his.
The journey was long and rife with Italian and German-speaking Swiss pointing out his appearance, but he broke free of their eyes and ankles and climbed to the summit. As he slid the skateboard out from beneath his sensuous arm, he awakened. In one fluid motion, he dropped and mounted the board, riding down the mountain like a man in fire, breaking the language barrier as he shrieked affirmations of his identity in hypoxic confusion. Each of his limbs were found in separate lingual regions, leading the world to posthumously dub him “Switzerland’s Exodia.”
This is potentially the grimmest perspective I’ve ever read. I don’t think you’re wrong, either.