
FOR THE SAKE OF IT
Pure, simple, blood on the wall, knuckles to face, honest to fuck violence.
There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel (for humans) at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.
Kult: +20
Kull: +10
Total: 30
Ratio: 2.00
