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February, 15th, 1980, the day everything changed, the creature you see behind me is what he calls "Paranition," a violent, ruthless, killing machine who was once human, I tried and tried with all my might to resist her wrath, but to no avail. all my efforts were in vein as I drowned in my own pool of blood, she dragged my lifeless body to my eternal hell. This game is not as what they want you to think, this game is a portrait of Owner's emotions and struggles with mental health which caused him to go into a downwards spiral into madness, a inevitable decent after some miscommunications with the police about a incident about his close family, all that he had, all that he lived for, now gone in a blink of a eye because of a tragic accident, eventually driven him to his suicide before his game could see the light of day. The Paranition was a hedonist you can say, being there by his side as he plotted what now, that's when she revealed she trapped a soul in a testing rig for fun and whatever. This led to the assassination of the paranoid yellow girl, the critic, a blue guy, a bipolar person, a arrogant soul, a cheerful leader, a conspiracy theorist, the menace to society, and of course me, at that point I deemed Owner a "Martyr" as he was playing a eternal game of god without a end in sight, after all that he's done to us he should've earned himself to eternal loneliness in that cartridge... his suicide killed off many lives just for his personal game, a path with no end, he makes his rules. there is no saving us from his hands, destroying the cartridge will just trap us all in darkness for eternity, never going to heaven or to hell, no reincarnations, no afterlife, no judgement, no retries... just pure pitch black emptiness as if the game shut down on its own. I've been trying to dig up everything and put the pieces of the puzzle together for as long as I've been here, but the story still remains a mystery due to the jigsaw puzzles not aligning correctly, questions still float in the air such as motives, plans, his life, and many others... as if he knows and caught on... purposely rewriting everything, to mess with us, so far nothing new came out so I'll update this recording if anything strange happens, end dialogue
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i-can-break-you-free-from-this-cage
just-trust-me-and-your-freedom-is-granted
you-can-get-your-revenge-on-him
you-can-finally-be-free
trust-me-to-break-you-free
I'll-handle-the-rest
no-strings-attached
just-don't-die-when-you-breach
so-spread-your-wings-little-chicken