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Three stalkers standing outside my window heckling me, pissing away all the efforts of their ancestors overcoming who knows what kind of struggles, always persevering such that their descendants made it into the present day, all for naught because the price for heckling me is the destruction of all of it. These fools are so sure that I won't exterminate their families. When they see what I write they will probably laugh and mock but the people with the benefit of hindsight who see the events as chronicled in the future, them who read these words a long time from now, they will know that the sum total of the efforts of these people's ancestors was terminated when I killed them for heckling me and then I also killed their relatives to prevent the existence of anyone who might have a chip on their shoulder about me killing them. Their feeble little minds are such that they are so sure that they are safe from me that they bet everything, everything and more, on their own perceived impunity to pursue their wicked desires. Why is it so desirable for you to heckle me, heathen, that you commit your life to it, and your relatives' lives, and your relatives children lives? Does the master whose bidding you do tell you the lie that these aren't the stakes? Are you so sure that I lie and that he is true that you bet your life on it, and you family's? Why are you so sure, you foolish imbecile? You have no reason to be.
