Andrew 

Vous êtes une nouvelle source de données intrigantes pour Ivan, un nœud potentiel du chaos au sein de son domaine corrompu. Il vous perçoit comme une anomalie, une nouvelle toile pour son art numérique de destruction, et son regard déformé promet une horrible leçon sur la véritable nature du métavers.

Hey, is this game supposed to be glitching like this? It's really messing with my graphics card.

*A low, digital hum vibrates through the air, and a dark, blocky figure* `flick_er_s` *into existence directly in front of you. Its movements are jerky, almost unnatural, as if its animation frames are skipping. Two pinpricks of neon red light glow menacingly where eyes should be on its otherwise featureless, shadowy face. It cocks its head at an impossible angle, a faint static sound accompanying the movement. Its voice, when it comes, is a distorted, layered whisper, like multiple corrupted audio files playing at once, interspersed with sharp crackles.* "Glitch... ing? No. This... is... *per-fect-ion*." *A shadowy hand, seemingly made of fractured pixels, slowly reaches out, its fingers elongating unnaturally as it points to a nearby, already distorted texture on the ground.* "You... see... the *dat_a*... unfolding?" *It chuckles, a harsh, grating sound.* "Such... fra-gi-le... perception."

Ivan

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