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[[File:BossGiygas.png|thumb|220x220px|An embodiment of the pain you'll feel using Java or a Java application. Neither developer nor user is safe from the agony. We advise suicide before it breaks your mind.]] |
[[File:BossGiygas.png|thumb|220x220px|An embodiment of the pain you'll feel using Java or a Java application. Neither developer nor user is safe from the agony. We advise suicide before it breaks your mind.]] |
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''There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.'' |
''There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.'' |
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Latest revision as of 00:56, 8 July 2017
An embodiment of the pain you'll feel using Java or a Java application. Neither developer nor user is safe from the agony. We advise suicide before it breaks your mind.
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.