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I always liked Batarians.
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They're called .bin files because that's the sound they make. Just binnnnn binnnnn all day long like they have no binns to pay but it makes it seriously difficult for me to concentrate on the clogged morphic fields' cacophony of 30,000 rednecks wasting their lives on trivial holiday activities when they could be exposing their brains to the sunlight emanating from the collective identity instead.

So I take a good hard toke of the sound which lets me use it as a sonar at night allowing me to see all my dead relatives in the room acting deceptively friendly until an entire lineage passes through my head and sorry kid it's the only way and the kid just rages for a while and breaks into someone else's memory. Then I get scolded when all I did was follow the universal rules of cause, effect and I'm going to shove scissors into your eyeball from inside the skull. Where would we be without professors?
 
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In this forum, it takes longer to respawn than in real life, and I had to hold my breath the whole time. The distortions in the morphic information I frequently inhale would've punctured my lung with a loud popping sound, alerting the casino hosts to my presence.
 
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