I would've finished this sooner if god hadn't tried to screw me over, it seems he has taken a liking to trying to kill me every October.
Unfortunately for him and everyone else, I'm still alive, so here's your Halloween Marsey, which I made solely for the badge, I don't give a single frick about any of you.
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I won't say you're being too harsh on yourself for failing to be
@N -- because you're not -- but try to keep in mind that only one person in history has ever been able to do it 
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I'm the spare parts
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Of course I'm not going to be another person exactly. But we're already really close, except that I absolutely suck while she's a savant (in every way). I also have a ton of debilitating mental illnesses that she doesn't, including being a
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I've never met someone else so much like me before. Did it have to be one of the best people in the world, when I'm bottom of the barrel? Just why do I exist, when she can pick up anything I've been working at for ages and be 10x better, while I suffer constantly from irredeemable afflictions and failures? Did the god of this age just want someone to poke fun at? What is wrong with me? And why does everyone get so defensive when I mention this, as though they're in on something? "You're sick Truman!"
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