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Tricky: So yeah, wound up with a bullet through the head, then I got revive by the Improbability Drive, Hank impaled me onto a giant marshmallow with my trusty street sign, now I have a portable version planted in my skull driving my even more crazy than I was before. So what happened to you?

The Program: Well, turns out a kid from the Middle School I went to named Trevor was a member of this cult obsessed with the idea that the digital world would be humanities paradise and tried to find way to upload the soul into cyberspace. Trevor was being groomed to be the next in line to take over, and I was his victim a special task he was given. Trevor somehow found my home, snuck in while I was up late on the computer, slit my throat, and I wound up being the first successful attempt to upload a human soul into the Digital World. To this day I'm still haunted by the faces of horror and sorrow my mom and little sister had when they found my body the next day, decades passed as I grew stronger and more skilled, when one day my younger sister, now grown up working as a cop, was beaten to death by gangsters hired by Trevor to kill her because she refused to join his cult. The last thing I remember before everything went red was the life fading from her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks and disappeared into a pool of blood. It was a fucking massacre when it was all over as the gangster were crushed, shredded, mutilated, and twisted beyond ant recognition. Now a don a demonic version of my old persona to preserve the innocence of Golden Game Master and confined the souls of friends, childhood crush, and little sister into the personas of monstrous psychopaths' as my puppets along with the souls of several YouTubers while I exact my revenge and reclaim my YouTube channel because it's the only thing left taken from me that I can take back and make Trevor Clark and his cultists suffer for all eternity in the Digital World they believed to be their paradise but will in truth be their Hell as they are hunted by my Vengeful Viruses for sport as I personally chase Trevor himself everywhere accompanied by my gang!! *whew*

Tricky: Damn that was deep. I guess we ain't so different.

The Program: Yeah, you'd think I'm based off of you, but NOPE, just a coincidence.

Tricky: Weird.

The Program: I know right!?

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Tricky: So yeah, wound up with a bullet through the head, then I got revive by the Improbability Drive, Hank impaled me onto a giant marshmallow with my trusty street sign, now I have a portable version planted in my skull driving my even more crazy than I was before. So what happened to you?

The Program: Well, turns out a kid from the Middle School I went to named Trevor was a member of this cult obsessed with the idea that the digital world would be humanities paradise and tried to find way to upload the soul into cyberspace. Trevor was being groomed to be the next in line to take over, and I was his victim a special task he was given. Trevor somehow found my home, snuck in while I was up late on the computer, slit my throat, and I wound up being the first successful attempt to upload a human soul into the Digital World. To this day I'm still haunted by the faces of horror and sorrow my mom and little sister had when they found my body the next day, decades passed as I grew stronger and more skilled, when one day my younger sister, now grown up working as a cop, was beaten to death by gangsters hired by Trevor to kill her because she refused to join his cult. The last thing I remember before everything went red was the life fading from her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks and disappeared into a pool of blood. It was a fucking massacre when it was all over as the gangster were crushed, shredded, mutilated, and twisted beyond ant recognition. Now a don a demonic version of my old persona to preserve the innocence of Golden Game Master and confined the souls of friends, childhood crush, and little sister into the personas of monstrous psychopaths' as my puppets along with the souls of several YouTubers while I exact my revenge and reclaim my YouTube channel because it's the only thing left taken from me that I can take back and make Trevor Clark and his cultists suffer for all eternity in the Digital World they believed to be their paradise but will in truth be their Hell as they are hunted by my Vengeful Viruses for sport as I personally chase Trevor himself everywhere accompanied by my gang!! *whew*

Tricky: Damn that was deep. I guess we ain't so different.

The Program: Yeah, you'd think I'm based off of you, but NOPE, just a coincidence.

Tricky: Weird.

The Program: I know right!?