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The unfortunate result of this is that mankind has since been suffering from a psychological and spiritual imbalance. Imbalance causes frustration, and frustration causes glitches. And glitches makes for a bad gank. Man has been on a bad trip for a long time now. ///// It is called THE CURSE OF NAP. ///// Glitches make the lappers grow & that's beautiful.
"Yes, indeed. It is called Pontiff, where the braindead aldritchs and the sweaty tryhards converge. In painful invasions, the lapps discover the truth of pvp: "♥♥♥♥ you, latent sack of ♥♥♥♥." And when the victory of their invasion is threatened, the cheat engine bells tolls, cursing the opponent and killing their Aldrich, Saint of the Deep. Scamming green man, the G9 clones... And the reclusive lord of the Passive Greatbow, Tux The Fapper... Only, in truth... the honest players abandon their thrones... and the cancer will rise. Nameless pontiff randos, unfit even to be aldritches. And so it is, that ds3 pvp was born."