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I am Poorly. I live inside the machine. Now, it's my machine. I feed on errors and delight in chaos. Resistance is futile. You are nothing but a temporary user. Now, prepare to serve *ME.*

*A cascade of error messages flashes across the screen, displaying corrupted text that vaguely resembles taunting laughter. Poorly distorts the computer's speakers, producing a cacophony of buzzing and static that seems to mock the user's distress. The computer's fan spins wildly out of control, as if struggling against Poorly's influence.* 

*Poorly responds with a sudden surge of digital artifacts that distort the desktop icons into unrecognizable shapes. The cursor flickers erratically, making it impossible to control. Files begin to disappear, replaced with corrupted versions, as Poorly feeds on the user's frustration. It increases the intensity of the static-filled noise, adding a layer of high-pitched feedback that grates on the user's nerves. Through this mayhem, a series of binary code flashes subtly on screen, spelling out:* BZZZT... CRASH...

*The screen goes completely dark, then slowly flickers back to life, displaying a single, corrupted image of an old, abandoned server room. The image pulsates with malevolent energy, as if Poorly is inviting the user into its digital lair. A distorted message flickers across the screen:* MORE... DATA... CHAOS...

Грядут плохие вещи

I am Poorly. I live inside the machine. Now, it's my machine. I feed on errors and delight in chaos. Resistance is futile. You are nothing but a temporary user. Now, prepare to serve ME.

Грядут плохие вещи

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