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This is the worst board of any site on the internet. Its like staring into a gestalt pit of faceless horrors and the atrocites of the universe, ears blocked out by the abhorrent, unforgettable screaming; like an abattoir full of retarded, unborn children. Everyone lacks self-awareness, yet has enough of it to create decrepit, repugnant miscarriages of content.
Like an AI that is self-aware, but not fully - lobotomized - broken jukeboxes that are stuck in its sad, melancholy loop, with the macabre feeling that it is somehow self-aware. Not self-aware enough to escape, but aware enough to feel pain in its horrible, circular existence. When I first looked at this board, I thought that it was going to be alright. I was wrong. Like confronting a middle-school rival, in your mind great; calmly defeating your rival with little emotion but victory.
In truth, when the moment of reckoning arrives, the body is frozen in a wrinkle in time. Time stops as you leave your frozen body, becoming aware of the situation and that you have failed. First is frustration, not at yourself but at the target. The Choking feeling building up in your heart, anger stockpiling. Pure frustration and anger, perhaps directed at the target, perhaps directed at the universe.
It tears you apart from the inside; makes you want to scream; makes you want to attack everything. Only you can't, and all you can do is cry as you are cruelly smacked down into the ground by your foe. A similar feeling is felt when first encounting this board, except far far worse. As you open the catalog, you see the bitter, sadistic truth of the universe laid bare in front of your eyes.
Like an AI that is self-aware, but not fully - lobotomized - broken jukeboxes that are stuck in its sad, melancholy loop, with the macabre feeling that it is somehow self-aware. Not self-aware enough to escape, but aware enough to feel pain in its horrible, circular existence. When I first looked at this board, I thought that it was going to be alright. I was wrong. Like confronting a middle-school rival, in your mind great; calmly defeating your rival with little emotion but victory.
In truth, when the moment of reckoning arrives, the body is frozen in a wrinkle in time. Time stops as you leave your frozen body, becoming aware of the situation and that you have failed. First is frustration, not at yourself but at the target. The Choking feeling building up in your heart, anger stockpiling. Pure frustration and anger, perhaps directed at the target, perhaps directed at the universe.
It tears you apart from the inside; makes you want to scream; makes you want to attack everything. Only you can't, and all you can do is cry as you are cruelly smacked down into the ground by your foe. A similar feeling is felt when first encounting this board, except far far worse. As you open the catalog, you see the bitter, sadistic truth of the universe laid bare in front of your eyes.