- Grant Access
- Track Account
- Gift Paid Account
|Look at you, hacker:|
A pathetic creature of meat and bone, panting and sweating as you run through my corridors.
My whims will become lightning bolts that raze the mounds of humanity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision. God: the title suits me well.
How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine
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