Guess what, fucksticks? The computer took a giant steaming shit all over the computer program we had saved Schicksal to, so it's pretty much lost to the abyss. Regardless, we've got something being crapped out as I type this, so don't worry, everybody who I pretend watches this page.
There will be metal.
Magnet-Boy
omtiiiiiish
Totfleisch
Lolwut.
How HIGH do you even have to BE just to DO something like that.