[LPW #18] And then there were two.

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so kitteh gonna lick?

uhm... i mean... lurk???

euh?? wait... i mean lick?
 
i didn't expect you to caught me red handed... :fag:

:sigh:

there's no other way, but to silence you now... no hearts feeling, cat :traitor:
 
oh noes....:dispirited:

now uncle sam spotted me... :fag:

ah well... that means cat wont feel lonely :traitor:
 
dun worry.... dead isn't the end... you can still kill the dead :evillaugh:
 
i think she loves me... that's why she only appeared in front of me :XD:
 
This thread is moving so slow a caveman could post in it.
 
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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?