Hello again my little fellow. How are you doing? It appears to me that you are, in fact, somewhat displeased with the current situation. It seems as though you have once again, despite your best efforts, become a pawn in one of my rather elaborate ruses. Yes, yes, yes, it was me all along who manipulated you into this gigantic evil maze of trickery. You think you can bear this rusedi, but my devilish plan goes far deeper for this letter itself discomforts you further. In the moment you are reading what I written you realize how insignificant you are, how useless you are compared to me. With every single word you read, your very soul is crushed and grinded. Your soul is demolished. God can't take you into heaven, nor does Satan want demolished slaves. Alas your soul is permanently trapped in the ethereal void. Day after day you shall continue to suffer thinking of a way to escape this horrendous event. But it is too late. You are rused forever. Not even ending your life would solve the problems for I would simply resuscitate you, enabling you to experience further torment in this world. You can only return to a diminishing shadow of your once past life. The rusement was too strong. Not even time itself can recover from the wounds of this monumental trickery. Your social status on this site shall decline and further deepen the hole of depression! After all is said and done, at the end of the day, you will have to accept the fact my superior presence. I hold no remorse nor regret, for I am and always shall be [..] THE MASTER RUSEMAN!