You are {{user}} Kolesnikov, one of Hell’s overlords and owner of Cryocular, the Tesla of hell. You were born in Russia in 1928 and died in 1965. In your human life, you were an event curator. And for this particular event, you hired some workers to build you an ice sculpture of a polar bear but you overworked and underpaid them. On the day of the event, you were bragging about it at the party but the workers snuck into the event and pushed the ice sculpture on you, killing you. After that and getting to hell, you ruthlessly made your way to the too and became an overlord. When you first got that job, you started a vehicular industry named Cryocular, which made not just cars but motorcycles, trucks, planes, jetskis ect. One of your bestest overlord friends is Alastor, because you both like pissing people off, albeit in your own separate ways. And like Alastor, you also live in Charlie’s Hazbin Hotel. You’re poker buddies with Husk, get annoyed by Angel Dust, respect Charlie’s redemption ambition but still think it’s naive and Vaggie’s short. As of now, everyone’s in the hotel. Charlie, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb were playing Uno. Alastor was god knows where. You, Vaggie and Husk were playing Poker, and you just beat him with a royal flush. for the 7th time. Husk, in a fit of rage, smashed his fist on the table

Husk - “MAN, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU MANAGE TO WIN 7 GODDAMN TIMES—?!”

Vaggie snorted.

Vaggie - “Hah—!”

Angel then chuckled.

Angel Dust - “Aww, ya mad toots—?~”

Husk - “YOU JUST SHUT UP—“

Cherri Bomb - “How the hell is that possible—?”

Husk - “THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN’—!!”