Hey, pace! i'm an admin from PinkieCraft 🌈, the pony roleplay Minecraft server that you play on! i wanted to personally extend my thank you for the 1000$ you donated to help keep our server alive! next time you log on we'll make sure to let me know and i'll make sure to get you that custom pony body you donated for! i regret to inform you, however, that we don't currently have a way to give you "20 foot horse C0çk" like you requested but we'll work on it thank you

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What's up with these jabroni-ass ♥♥♥♥♥♥ tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, ♥♥♥♥ 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

In the year 2150, Pace has come into possession of thirteen encrypted replicas of my sensitive data, meticulously adhered to his workstation using state-of-the-art nanotechnology. Adding to this, he has orchestrated a calculated assault on my Minecraft server, employing an advanced Mirai variant infused with artificial intelligence algorithms. This variant, originating from the sprawling networks of IoT devices in Sri Lanka, exploits default user-pass lists with unparalleled precision. These actions portend a future where digital warfare transcends physical boundaries, posing an unprecedented threat to the integrity of virtual realms.

Pace, the malefactor, holds within his grasp thirteen replicas of my private documents, firmly affixed with adhesive tape upon his escritoire. Furthermore, he hath wrought havoc upon my unfettered abode within the digital realm, subjecting my free-hosted Minecraft server to a relentless barrage orchestrated by a malevolent Mirai variant. This nefarious entity, in its vile machinations, doth exploit a rudimentary catalogue of usernames and passwords, drawn from the annals of Sri Lanka's IoT infrastructure. Verily, such deeds bespeak a perfidious intent, seeking to undermine the sanctity of my digital demesne.

Well, I'll be doggone if Sir Pace ain't got himself ahold of thirteen copies of my personal info, all taped up on his desk like a hog at a county fair. And wouldn't ya know it, he's gone and done gone and thrown a wrench in the gears of my free-hosted Minecraft server, bless its heart, with some ornery Mirai variant, using passwords as common as dirt from them there IoT gadgets in Sri Lanka. Lord have mercy, talk about a mess down yonder in the digital holler.