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Epsilon, you bottom-feeding, brain-dead, cringe-ridden mistake of a keyboard warrior. You exist solely to prove that humanity has not yet reached its evolutionary peak, because if we had, you wouldn’t be here. You strut around the internet like some kind of depraved conqueror, shoveling your grotesque, neuron-starved opinions into every discussion like a raccoon rifling through trash. You see something cursed, something that would make even the most degenerate souls recoil in horror, and your immediate instinct isn’t self-preservation—it’s ‘smash.’ You are the reason moderators lose sleep at night. The reason common sense has to be constantly redefined. The reason hope dies just a little more every day. But let’s not pretend you’re some kind of fearless rogue, breaking the mold with your deranged takes. No, you are a symptom of something much worse—a walking, talking embodiment of internet filth, a testament to just how low the standards of human dignity have fallen. I could dissect every part of your miserable online presence, but let’s focus on the core of it: your sheer, unrelenting lack of shame. You throw around words like you’re untouchable, like there won’t be a reckoning. But let’s be honest—if the internet had any form of justice, you’d have been permanently exiled to a corner of the web so dark, even the most lost souls wouldn’t dare venture there. Every time you post, a new atrocity is committed against basic human decency. Every time you hit send, another neuron in your already-dwindling supply flickers and dies. You are not a warrior. You are not edgy. You are not even remotely amusing. You are the result of a catastrophic failure in digital hygiene, a festering wound on the side of every community unfortunate enough to host you. And yet, despite all this, I know deep down you lack the capacity for shame, for reflection, for even the slightest moment of self-awareness. You are a machine programmed only for degeneracy, an unrelenting force of pure, undistilled internet embarrassment. Two weeks? No, Epsilon, you've been on borrowed time from the moment you hit send.