Well, damn.
This is sorta borked here too.
Aha. Problem solved. However, we'll leave the previous contents of this page for posterity.
Something funny about that. Maybe it's just Pazi who's having trouble with rendering the content creators. That's my life in a nutshell: weird, inconvenient anomalies that don't show up for other people and make it difficult to function, even though it's eminently reasonable to expect that I perform to some standard.
How disappointing. I'd be ashamed if me, if I were you. Which I am. I'm ashamed of you and I don't even know you. Your entire life has been a mathematical error. A mathematical error which I'm about to correct. If you want my advice, you should just lie down in front of the rocket turret. It'll be a whole lot less painful than the neurotoxin. Me killing you and giving you good advice aren't mutually exclusive. The rocket really is the way to go.
I appear to have been possessed by GLaDOS in the previous paragraph. How odd. I wonder what's causing that. And why am I still writing? This self-indulgent nonsense has gone on far too long already.
