One day! One day, I'll finish puzzle number nine - that dreaded foe of pace and plot. I confess: It's been eighty-four years since last I had any hope or sanity - if ever I had any, to begin with - and my sense of self-worth has plummeted to new, bilge-equivalent lows. But, though dimmed to near-transparency, my resolve remains that in some distant, unspeakable future, these greenish fuckwads will cease to dance over so macabre a chess board as this... and the blessed victory screen will appear before my eyes like the faint and tantalizing glow of some fungal thing lighting the dim and dusty reaches of a long forgotten cavern after centuries of barren, silent emptiness.
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It will be at that moment that I will discover that I don't remember what the fuck was going on, nor why I or anyone else was staring lecherously at a Russian woman's magnificently gigantic ass. But I will continue, in that moment! And now, I will endure... so that ONE DAY!
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