One thousand hours of fabrication in pursuit of a remedy to purge the existence of the ultimate pestilence..
All abhorrence biased by misrepresented intentions.
Rancourous heathens! You have brought your own demise.
My hypothesis was precise and my Elixir is complete.
In the name of science, I abate the coercion of the modernized hominid.
Vaporize, my cherished cure.
Soon, you will become the atmosphere.
Give humanity an ephemeral death!
Multiply.. and delete..
Behold as my creation permeates through your epidermis and decomposes every artery, tissue, and cell that you contain.
There is no cure that can save you once it has been ingested.
The cure is to end all of this.
Let panic become your reality. There is no cure, for the cure is me.
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