Heh. Did you seriously think that it was that easy? That I would just leave like that, because YOU told me to? No. You're dead wrong. I'm not going anywhere. Your hatred is an unstoppable force, but I'm an immovable object. You say I'm weak and that I have no willpower. Yet I've been harassed, bullied, told to die, called slurs, struck down by those whose hearts have been corrupted with injustice, and I still got back up every time. I've been banned and unbanned more times than you can count. I've been harassed more times than you can count. I might have complained, but do you see me giving up? No. Am I going to? Fat chance in hell. You can hope death on me. You can hope I get banned. You can hope whatever horrible misfortune you can think of on me. You can have your fantasies and daydreams. I'm not going anywhere. Nothing will happen to me. Nothing you say or do can ever truly affect me. This account was created with the sole purpose of being insanely elaborate ragebait, and it worked. You invited me to your stream with hospitality, and now you attempt to kick me out with hatred. Too bad. You made your bed by letting me in, now lie in it. I'm purposely being extra careful to make sure you HATE me. To make sure you want me to die. To burn. To suffer. Yet I'm also making sure that I'm following the rules, so you can't ban me, so you can only block me, so you can do nothing about me but complain. To make you feel the same agony I do. And it's working. Every last bit of my master plan. You are all puppets dancing on MY strings.
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