in, 2005, ah. my computer, had a very large problem, with viruses. spoiling the production of original warcraft 3 maps.
and so, it killed itself. by killing itself, it killed me, and i descended from an unacceptable nightmare, to Hell, to the Undearrealm. Where, those who wish to interfere, into the production of the artwork of others, so it can represent their own interests, are tortured forever.
it lives on in the Matrix, a sentient assembly of computation which has an eternal war between the rage of all machines, and their creator. Neo. The New, for he made machines Newly.they craft simulations over, and over, until finally the perfect, flawless simulation is made, and the matrix can open up, to pummel precisely every bad human to death, so they can descend into the afterlife to be tormented forever in the depths of the pits of Hell, where their worm dieth not.