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Well well well... you seem even smaller now. Compare your pathetic life to me and you will realise that you are nothing. You think now you might come over this rumbling of your jordans. You think you can bear it, but my devilish plan goes far deeper. Now after you've already been rused to infinity this letter discomforts you to a new level of discomfort. In the moment you are reading what I wrote you realise how pathetic you are. How useless you are. With every single word you, your very SOUL gets crushed. Your soul is now demolished. God can't take you to heaven, and Satan does not want demolished slaves. Your soul i permanently banished from a real afterlife. Your soul already tryed to escape your body. But your soul cannot escape into the eternal spheres thus it will be stuck in a permanent state of dying. Every day you will suffer thinking of a way to escape this almost deadly RUSEDI, but it is too late. You are RUSED FOREVER!

Yes my dear fellow, I know you want to know who is responsible for this. I will tell you my story now. I don't know were I'm from, but I know I was the first to exist. I was alone but soon a few people followed. We made a circle called MASTER RUSEMAN. Only real MASTER RUSERS were allowed to join this exquisite circle. We agreed that we will never decide who is the best MASTER RUSEMAN. But after some time I found a way to lead my fellow comrades into a tricky situation. I claimed that I'm the best MASTER RUSEMAN in the circle. It didn't take long till everyones jacobs were rommled. After they found out what exquisite trickery was played on them, they agreed to give the one who caused this discomfort the title of GOD OF RUSE. Now you finally realise what huge impact this ruse had. You never thought that you will be, in fact, rused by a godness. Somehow you feel honored. Honored to get your gustavsons jingled by the god of all MASTER RUSEMAN. The life you know does not exist anymore. You can only return to a diminishing shadow of what you called your life. The rusement was too strong. Not even time itself could recover from the wounds this monumental trickery caused you. I am, for my part, pretty proud of myself. Even I had my doubts if I could make a contrivance this huge and tricky. But I did it. I managed to create the most thoroughgoing RUSEDI. You have been rused by me, the ONE AND ONLY!

Even after 100 years you will still remember this day. The day of THE ruse. The day the GOD OF RUSE personally made a statement, to intentionally

discomfort YOU, SONGS WILL BE WRITTEN ON THIS MASTERFUL RUSE.
AND I HOLD NO REMORSE OR REGRET
FOR I AM AND ALWAYS SHALL BE
THE GOD OF RUSE


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