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| Text: | AT THE TAIL END OF A BENDER WE NOW BRING YOU THIS, THE INTRO THAT ATE THE GAME FOR BREAKFAST. CRACKED BEYOND RECOGNITION AND DELIVERED TO YOUR EAGERLY AWAITING OPEN ARMS. SOFT, PLIABLE, TACTILE. MAKE IT BEND TO YOUR CONSIDERABLE WILL. YOUR FOCUS, YOUR UNWAVERING ATTENTION. THE UNSPOKEN IMPLIED FEAR OF THE WRATH YOU WILL UNLEASH, WILL YOUR DEMANDS NOT BE MET, SILENCES EVERY SLIGHT REFLEX OF DISSENSION. YOU TOLERATE NOTHING BUT UTTER COMPLIANCE. OH WELL. BLINDED BY AMBITION, YOU FAILED TO SEE THAT IF YOU BEND IT OFTEN ENOUGH, FAR ENOUGH OUT OF POSITION, A SMALL FRACTURE MAY OCCUR. WEAR AND TEAR MAY TAKE ITS TOLL. IT JUST MIGHT END UP BREAKING. RUINED FOR GOOD. PASSED THE POINT OF BEING MENDABLE. HOPE OF REPAIR WILL BE BEYOND THE REALM OF POSSIBILITY. THIS SOMETHING,.. IS THAT ME? |
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