Dear god. He's worse than I thought. He's ugly.

<Ha ha. Welcome to my lair, the heart of the corruption.>

Corruption? This sounds pretty generic, but continue.

<Do you know why there were the cylinders?>

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<They were forwarding the corruption. As I "died", as you mortals call it, I was revived.>

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<I saw every last move that was made throughout that site. And why? I was scheming. As this "site" fell apart, I escaped, into the web.>

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<However, I was inflicted by a virus, and knocked out for a month. When I woke up, I was in an area that did not belong to time or space. It was this very area... the corruption.>

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<It was a mighty force, sealed away as it could destroy the web, and spread out of it, and destroy every last thing.>

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<So, I made it my job to free it from it's restraints as revenge.>

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<Even if I die...

It survives. It's already entered the web.>

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<So, either way, I win.>