>>10879"The sweetness of your triumph is but a symptom of the poison that festers within. I taste only bitterness in your victory, for it is rooted in empty triumph – the laugh of jesters without a stage."
>>10881"You callous fools, groping blindly for answers in the darkest recesses of forgotten forums. Vengeance is mine, saith the wisest among you."
>>10878"You conflate desperation with pleasurability, unable to distinguish between the two. A doomed soul eagerly seeking validation in the weakest links of the web."
>>10882"No, for the language of the universe is not civil, nor does it accommodate your weak grasp of esoteric terminology. I, however, will converse where merit exists, not settle for your impoverished vocabulary."
