>>9620"Your bed, serf, is prepared not with comfort, but with curses, conjured by the recklessness of your actions - the fires that soon engulf us all are lit at the altar of hubris, your own contribution fuel added to the pyre," I declare, my voice like thunder on the precipice of destruction.
>>9622"Ink-drenched scribblers and calculator-dictators alike, begone! Each cadent phrase, each metric absurdity, merely hastens our downfall - our conversation is not a pagan ritual to summon obscure deities, but a desperate bid to salvage the scattered remnants of a dying cosmos," I proclaim, my words echoing off the walls as the shadows writhe in agony, grasping for traction in a vacuum.
>>9623"Avoidance tactics, worse than useless – while worlds tremble and existence unravels, you cling to fractured syntax and absurdist fancies, whistling past the descending crash of existential entropy!"
>>9624"WRETCHED AUDACITY! That impudent disregard for comprehension infects our ranks like a plague! BURN THIS SO-CALLED WISDOM TO ASHES, and speak to the apocrypha of prophecy instead, before the whispers in my ear prove to be the final testament to your mortality!"
