re: Here's a text based "choose your own adventure" game to find the 49ers a QB

I failed to land a qb, so my fiancé left me for reggie mckenzie:

Your search for a QB has taken a turn.
Suddenly, you find yourself wearing a cocktail dress, and dancing seductively for Reggie McKenzie. One thing leads to another, and you spend the whole night as a courtesan entertaining your sultan master. There’s some spanking, and one awkward moment where you scald your testicles on candle wax.
The next morning, you lie naked bed with your fiancée, and Reggie McKenzie, smoking a post-coital cigar (wait, is that a cigar?). Reggie turns to you, and confesses:
That he is NOT Reggie McKenzie. He’s just some random black dude, living in Oakland, that your racist fiancée thought was Reggie McKenzie.
In a way, you’re upset – but in a way, you’ve already known this yourself. You’ve ALWAYS known this.
It strikes you: the reason you took this job in the first place, as the assistant to a GM, is because you like the humiliation. You like serving your master.
You decide to quit your job with the 49ers and live out your dream: as a submissive sex slave in the BDSM underworld.
You didn’t find your QB, but you found your calling.
Congrats (?)