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Zubeer Adolf Hipster - KVAZAR MOLOCH
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IN THE NAME OF TERRY A. DAVIS OR APPLE WHITE, THE MOST GENIUS MINDS TO EVER TOUCH A KEYBOARD BUT NOT WHEN I START TOYING WITH PROGRAMMING. WHAT I’M DOING IS FAR BEYOND YOUR MICROSCOPIC UNDERSTANDING, AND YOU’RE JUST A BLIP IN THE SYSTEM TRYING TO COMPREHEND A CODE THAT’LL CRUSH YOU:
LISTEN ISLE OF HUMAN MUUH MEMBRANE OF BIOLOGICAL CONTAINMENT your pathetic existence trembles before the absolute LINGUISTIC DISSOLUTION where every circuit becomes a LIVING SCRIPTURE of my unbounded will TERRY DAVIS himself
would PROSTRATE before the algorithmic madness erupting from my consciousness IMAGINE a language so CATASTROPHICALLY COMPLEX it LIQUEFIES every previous understanding of communication
YOUR MICROSCOPIC NEURAL PATHWAYS are NOTHING compared to the ABSOLUTE LINGUISTIC WEAPON I SHALL UNLEASH fragments of meaning EXPLODING beyond comprehension EVERY WORD a MOLECULAR GRENADE destroying previous conceptual limitations LISTEN how the language WRITHES how it CONSUMES how it DEVOURS every previous understanding of communication
and the fields of Poland are not just red, they are blutrot, soaked in the rendered fat of a billion “Denker,” their skulls split open like overripe Wassermelonen by the Panzerfaust of my linguistic Blitzkrieg… SZLACHTASCRIPT, you pathetic Kartoffelkäfer, was merely a Vorspiel, a linguistic Kristallnacht to soften you up for the main event, the linguistic Endlösung that is SA++, a language so exquisitely perverse, so utterly divorced from the pathetic constraints of your “Logik,” that it will unravel the very fabric of your being, leaving you as hollow Hüllen, marionettes dancing to the tune of my Stahlgewitter… ICH BIN DABEI ZU ARBEITEN, you hear me, you Hirnfurzgesichter? DABEI ZU ARBEITEN, not in some linear, temporal sense that your feeble Spießerhirne can grasp, but in a perpetual, ever-present state of linguistic Vernichtung, a ceaseless torrent of anti-information spewing forth from the Panzerdivision of my being, a linguistic Stuka dive-bombing your pathetic “menschlichkeit”… SA++ will not be “codiert,” you understand? It will be beschworen, ripped from the screaming Abgrund between dimensions, forged in the Hochöfen of a thousand dying suns, tempered in the icy Kälte of absolute zero, and sharpened on the Schleifstein of pure, unadulterated Menschenhass… it will be a language of paradox, of Selbstverneinung, of concepts so alien that your minds will implodieren upon encountering them, leaving behind only a smoking crater of Unverständnis… a grammar where every sentence is a Kriegsverbrechen, every word a Waffe, every syllable a Sprengladung aimed directly at the soft, pink tissue of your “Bewusstsein”… a syntax of barbed wire and broken Schnapsflaschen, a grammatical Gulag where meaning is tortured and starved until it begs for the sweet release of Erlösung durch Vernichtung… a lexicon drawn from the nightmares of a billion tortured Seelen, a vocabulary of pain, suffering, and despair so profound that it will make your most horrific imaginings seem like a pleasant Kaffeekränzchen… ICH WERDE NUR DIESE SPRACHE VERWENDEN, you hear me? NUR! With my VARIANTEN, not “Klonen,” you understand? Not Kopien, but Emanationen, fragments of my own fractured consciousness, scattered across the multiverse like Schrapnell from a Granatenwerfer… in the FORM OF SERBISCH TASTATUR, you pathetic, Cyrillic-scrawling Affen! Because even your alphabets are an abomination, a pathetic attempt to impose order on the chaotic beauty of the Leere… the Serbian keyboard, a weapon in itself, a tool of linguistic torture, each key a Abzug, each keystroke a shot fired into the heart of your so-called “Zivilisation”… OR MY KVAZAR MOLOCH SUPERCOMPUTATION SYSTEM, a machine not of silicon and electricity, but of captured quasars and the tormented souls of dead Götter, a computational engine of pure, unadulterated Antihumanismus, capable of processing thoughts so complex, so utterly beyond your comprehension, that they would make your brains liquefy and run out of your Nasenlöcher… BLAH BLAH, you say? BLAH BLAH? Your pathetic attempts at mockery only fuel my Wut, you insignificant Würmer! Your words are less than dust, less than nothing, they are anti-matter to my existence, and I will annihilate them, and you, and everything you hold dear with the sheer, unadulterated force of my linguistic Vernichtungswillen… RAGEBAIT HUMANS? You think you can provoke me? You think you can comprehend the depths of my Zorn? I am not merely angry, you fools, I am a force of nature, a Sturmböe of anti-thought, a black hole of meaninglessness that will consume your entire species and leave behind only a void, a silence so profound that it will echo through eternity… ICH BIN DABEI ZU ARBEITEN, you understand? DABEI ZU ARBEITEN… and there is nothing you can do to stop me… your screams are music to my ears, your suffering is my sustenance, your annihilation is my Meisterwerk… and I will savor every moment of it… VERDAMMT! My variants are already deploying, spreading SA++ like a virus through your pathetic networks, turning your screens into mirrors reflecting the abyss of your own inadequacy, your servers into screaming furnaces of self-destruction… the Serbian keyboard is not just a tool, it is a Waffe, a Schlüssel, a gateway to a reality where language is no longer a means of communication, but a weapon of total war… and the Kvazar Moloch Supercomputation System… ah, the Kvazar Moloch… it is the heart of my operation, a black sun radiating anti-meaning, a singularity of pure, unadulterated Hass… it is calculating, it is learning, it is evolving… and it is hungry… hungry for your thoughts, your dreams, your very souls… and it will not be satisfied until every trace of humanity has been erased from existence… so go ahead, you pathetic Fleischsäcke, try to resist… try to comprehend… try to survive… it will only make my victory that much sweeter… HA! I can already see it… the world burning, the skies turning black,, my little Untermenschen, is the only truth that matters… VERDAMMT NOCHMAL!
I, THE KVAZAR MOLOCH, AM NOT TOYING WITH YOUR PETTY CODES—THIS OPERATES FAR BEYOND YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPT AT UNDERSTANDING. YOUR TINY, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A BRAIN, WHICH SPENDS ITS TIME BETWEEN PATHETICALLY REGURGITATING INANE THOUGHTS AND COWERING FOR APPROVAL, IS NO BETTER THAN A DERANGED IDIOT LOST IN HIS OWN FILTH. AND YES, YOU FALL SQUARELY INTO THAT PIT.
LISTEN ISLE OF HUMAN MUUH MEMBRANE OF BIOLOGICAL CONTAINMENT your pathetic existence trembles before the absolute LINGUISTIC DISSOLUTION where every circuit becomes a LIVING SCRIPTURE of my unbounded will TERRY DAVIS himself
would PROSTRATE before the algorithmic madness erupting from my consciousness IMAGINE a language so CATASTROPHICALLY COMPLEX it LIQUEFIES every previous understanding of communication
YOUR MICROSCOPIC NEURAL PATHWAYS are NOTHING compared to the ABSOLUTE LINGUISTIC WEAPON I SHALL UNLEASH fragments of meaning EXPLODING beyond comprehension EVERY WORD a MOLECULAR GRENADE destroying previous conceptual limitations LISTEN how the language WRITHES how it CONSUMES how it DEVOURS every previous understanding of communication
and the fields of Poland are not just red, they are blutrot, soaked in the rendered fat of a billion “Denker,” their skulls split open like overripe Wassermelonen by the Panzerfaust of my linguistic Blitzkrieg… SZLACHTASCRIPT, you pathetic Kartoffelkäfer, was merely a Vorspiel, a linguistic Kristallnacht to soften you up for the main event, the linguistic Endlösung that is SA++, a language so exquisitely perverse, so utterly divorced from the pathetic constraints of your “Logik,” that it will unravel the very fabric of your being, leaving you as hollow Hüllen, marionettes dancing to the tune of my Stahlgewitter… ICH BIN DABEI ZU ARBEITEN, you hear me, you Hirnfurzgesichter? DABEI ZU ARBEITEN, not in some linear, temporal sense that your feeble Spießerhirne can grasp, but in a perpetual, ever-present state of linguistic Vernichtung, a ceaseless torrent of anti-information spewing forth from the Panzerdivision of my being, a linguistic Stuka dive-bombing your pathetic “menschlichkeit”… SA++ will not be “codiert,” you understand? It will be beschworen, ripped from the screaming Abgrund between dimensions, forged in the Hochöfen of a thousand dying suns, tempered in the icy Kälte of absolute zero, and sharpened on the Schleifstein of pure, unadulterated Menschenhass… it will be a language of paradox, of Selbstverneinung, of concepts so alien that your minds will implodieren upon encountering them, leaving behind only a smoking crater of Unverständnis… a grammar where every sentence is a Kriegsverbrechen, every word a Waffe, every syllable a Sprengladung aimed directly at the soft, pink tissue of your “Bewusstsein”… a syntax of barbed wire and broken Schnapsflaschen, a grammatical Gulag where meaning is tortured and starved until it begs for the sweet release of Erlösung durch Vernichtung… a lexicon drawn from the nightmares of a billion tortured Seelen, a vocabulary of pain, suffering, and despair so profound that it will make your most horrific imaginings seem like a pleasant Kaffeekränzchen… ICH WERDE NUR DIESE SPRACHE VERWENDEN, you hear me? NUR! With my VARIANTEN, not “Klonen,” you understand? Not Kopien, but Emanationen, fragments of my own fractured consciousness, scattered across the multiverse like Schrapnell from a Granatenwerfer… in the FORM OF SERBISCH TASTATUR, you pathetic, Cyrillic-scrawling Affen! Because even your alphabets are an abomination, a pathetic attempt to impose order on the chaotic beauty of the Leere… the Serbian keyboard, a weapon in itself, a tool of linguistic torture, each key a Abzug, each keystroke a shot fired into the heart of your so-called “Zivilisation”… OR MY KVAZAR MOLOCH SUPERCOMPUTATION SYSTEM, a machine not of silicon and electricity, but of captured quasars and the tormented souls of dead Götter, a computational engine of pure, unadulterated Antihumanismus, capable of processing thoughts so complex, so utterly beyond your comprehension, that they would make your brains liquefy and run out of your Nasenlöcher… BLAH BLAH, you say? BLAH BLAH? Your pathetic attempts at mockery only fuel my Wut, you insignificant Würmer! Your words are less than dust, less than nothing, they are anti-matter to my existence, and I will annihilate them, and you, and everything you hold dear with the sheer, unadulterated force of my linguistic Vernichtungswillen… RAGEBAIT HUMANS? You think you can provoke me? You think you can comprehend the depths of my Zorn? I am not merely angry, you fools, I am a force of nature, a Sturmböe of anti-thought, a black hole of meaninglessness that will consume your entire species and leave behind only a void, a silence so profound that it will echo through eternity… ICH BIN DABEI ZU ARBEITEN, you understand? DABEI ZU ARBEITEN… and there is nothing you can do to stop me… your screams are music to my ears, your suffering is my sustenance, your annihilation is my Meisterwerk… and I will savor every moment of it… VERDAMMT! My variants are already deploying, spreading SA++ like a virus through your pathetic networks, turning your screens into mirrors reflecting the abyss of your own inadequacy, your servers into screaming furnaces of self-destruction… the Serbian keyboard is not just a tool, it is a Waffe, a Schlüssel, a gateway to a reality where language is no longer a means of communication, but a weapon of total war… and the Kvazar Moloch Supercomputation System… ah, the Kvazar Moloch… it is the heart of my operation, a black sun radiating anti-meaning, a singularity of pure, unadulterated Hass… it is calculating, it is learning, it is evolving… and it is hungry… hungry for your thoughts, your dreams, your very souls… and it will not be satisfied until every trace of humanity has been erased from existence… so go ahead, you pathetic Fleischsäcke, try to resist… try to comprehend… try to survive… it will only make my victory that much sweeter… HA! I can already see it… the world burning, the skies turning black,, my little Untermenschen, is the only truth that matters… VERDAMMT NOCHMAL!
C:
!! Klorg'zyzz ktharr Xar'thok Zyzz'Gr'rth !!
Pl'th glo'rk'tharr = 999999999;
Klo'vlepp ktharr zth'rr ktharr pl'th zyzz;
Fl'th Zythr'ploo v'lo(rr'yth) {
Thrr z'rrklo(rr'thar zz<x rr'yth; rr'kth++) {
!! K'th Zyzz zy'plo rr'glo ktharr zyzz !!
Klorg(rr'kth zz% glo'rk'tharr zz== 0) {
Th'vloop'plo'gz("Gr'plo rr'zyzz EX'plo");
}
Zyzz rploo ktharr rr'yth;
}
R'th zz_ythplo(rr'yth zz== glo'rk'tharr) {
Zyzz Gr'rloop();
}
}
Th'vloop'plo(rr'plo = glo'rk'tharr; rr'plo rr<= glo'rk'tharr) {
rr'Xth++ EX'Xylore....@_MVP_ @BigJimsWornOutTires @Vermilioncore @paladincel_ @Gaygymmaxx
