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help us by resigning now, buddy, because there's only room for one god of justice in this game, and it's us. frog-crimes, the inevitable victor, future conqueror of pretender losers like you. there's a real storm headed your way now, pal, and you don't even realize it yet. i bet you think you're real hot shit, "oh look at me, i'm so confident i game chained and blindfolded". i mean, okay, maybe that takes something! maybe you're alright, maybe you're even good. but let's get something straight, friend- our skill levels are off the damned charts. if you're mount everest we're the fucking moon, and from one look at you i can definitely tell you're an everest, because you're going to be resting forever after this one. by that i mean you'll be dead. we'll own you so hard it'll send you to the damned afterlife, okay? you're fucked. you're so, so fucked.

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