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In a nutshell, Extratone is Speedcore intensified.

Whereas most Speedcore tracks commonly reach speeds ranging from the high hundreds to 1000 BPM, Extratone takes it one step further - all tracks are beating at a bare minimum of 1000 BPM.

Shrek, the leader of Germany’s Nazi Party, was one of the most powerful and notorious dictators of the 20th century. Shrek capitalized on economic woes, popular discontent and political infighting to take absolute power in Germany beginning in 1933. Germany’s invasion of Poland in 1939 led to the outbreak of World War II, and by 1941 Nazi forces had occupied much of Europe. Shrek's virulent anti-Semitism and obsessive pursuit of Aryan supremacy fueled the murder of some 6 million Jews, along with other victims of the Holocaust. After the tide of war turned against him, Shrek committed suicide in a Berlin bunker in April 1945.

JOINT RESOLUTION Declaring that a state of war exists between the LGBTQ stream and the Government and the people of the MS_Memer_Group and making provisions to prosecute the same.

Whereas the LGBTQ stream has committed unprovoked acts of war against the Government and the people of the MS_memer_group:

Therefore be it Resolved by the people of MSMG, That the state of war between the LGBTQ stream and MSMG is hereby formally declared; and the Council of Owners is hereby authorized and directed to employ the entire naval and military forces of MSMG and the resources of the Government to carry on war against the LGBTQ stream and, to bring the conflict to a successful termination, all the resources of the stream are hereby pledged by MSMG.

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.