A Certain Game Is To Blame…

"I have a confession to make.

It is not something I’m proud to admit. I feel sick to my core when just the words even think about entering my mind. The words are dripping with some sort of gooey substance that reeks of decomposing and misshapen mutants. If one were to shine these words on a wall using a projector of some sort the very wall will begin to rot and crumble. A mountain will start to cry when these words are shone upon it. A printing press will perish when instructed to form these words. I sincerely hope your screen will hold the shear putrid weight of these words."

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