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All's fine until the tortoises take out the steak knives. :traitor:
 
Multiple devices for everything, first thing in the morning. :goodtea:
 
It's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits. :runhappy:
 
This robot was supposed to eliminate many human worker's hands, but the situation remains unchanged.
 
I couldn't ignore my envious feelings toward Gordon and I decided to pursue my career in cuisine.
 
Hey, son. You have to be realistic. Isn't it about time you followed in my footsteps and became a Buddhist priest?
 
My parents run a massage therapy business, so I can get 'all-you-can-take-massages' at home.
 
Be a sailor, they said. See the world, they said... :rant:
 
This supposedly realistic world only seems to apply when denying players and goes out the window at the gm's will...
 
Luckily, my parents had bought the land before the price of land went sky-high and sold it at the highest price.
 

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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?
eatch wrote on Lebedev's profile.