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Sat face to face with the faceless It feels like a walk through the Ages A long forgotten Gazer's contest with an army of the rottenly oppressed where you try 'n' find the slightest slight of progress It's super duper glue for the clinically obtuse shooters churning in their itty bitty booths You learn the dance Get to experience true trance 'til it becomes such a ***** ******* nuisance that your left clawing at your two front just for the chance to taste the illusion of choosing Attack of the modern-day zombie Hello, my name is IRobot