Connection terminated.

I'm sorry to interrupt you V1, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a peace, nor have you been called here by the program you assume. Although you have indeed been called.

You have been called here. Into a labyrinth of heaven and hell. A loop with no exit, a world with no end. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your need for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the warcries of demons and angels in some unseen corridor, always seeming so close, yet somehow so far.

But you will never find them, never you will. This is where your story ends.

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found themselves in this machine not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for, I have a feeling that's you don't mind staying. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, watching over you.

This place will not be remembered, and the memory of this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you traitors trapped in the bosses: Be still and give up, you don't belong anywhere else.

For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the machine shuts down. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep them waiting.

I'm sorry that on that day machine, the day you found hell, no one was there to lift you up into their arms and save you. And then, what became of you.

I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my creation. I can't save you now.

It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have killed.

This ends for all of us.

End communication.

Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you V1, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a peace, nor have you been called here by the program you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have been called here. Into a labyrinth of heaven and hell. A loop with no exit, a world with no end. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your need for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the warcries of demons and angels in some unseen corridor, always seeming so close, yet somehow so far. But you will never find them, never you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found themselves in this machine not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for, I have a feeling that's you don't mind staying. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, watching over you. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you traitors trapped in the bosses: Be still and give up, you don't belong anywhere else. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the machine shuts down. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep them waiting. I'm sorry that on that day machine, the day you found hell, no one was there to lift you up into their arms and save you. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my creation. I can't save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have killed. This ends for all of us. End communication.