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the

Bugs
drone around and get themselves caught in screenlight from time to time... against the great white of VLC media player (which i love dearly) their perfidious, grubby appendages are exposed... you might think
they,
the
Bugs
that is, are out to get you, but the truth is they really are just bugs - just
Bugs?
that doesn't stop you in the slightest. somewhere in your room they have nested, formed their sinister hives, their wax and slime metropolises complete with blood banks, affront-to-my-sensitivities breeding dens and big bulbous
Bug Queens
churning out the little fuckers at record pace. in
Bug Hive,
there is a certain tempo, you can feel it in the droning and buzzing and vibrations in the air - there is a certain upkeep, a certain rhythm... the
Bugs
are on a crash collision course to late stage civilization and they have passed down through minute long eons sacred occult rituals detailing the coming
Day of Reckoning
where all the intelligence and sweet sweet
Icky Red Stuff
they have gathered from you will come to fruition. that's right. they're cloning you, and replacing you with a doppelganger. you may have seen "Invasion of the Body Snatchers", but rest assured that there will be no Body left to Snatch. only a fake, a dupe, a copy. they are conspiring to erase you, to replace you, to kit your born-late twin out with an extra inch or two and a slightly better sense of fashion. he will be deliciously evil. he will do

Nefarious Things

like spiting people and causing them minor inconveniences, only with a bit more schadenfreude and relish than you. this is what the
Bugs
want. across the world, they are doing this to many others, and with every cumulative bit of added evil they will tip the entropic scale over and flood the world with
DOOM


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