one day we will all love each other. the mean things you say in game are like small water blemishes on a mirror that spans into the heavens, they are futile to stop the reflection of us dancing as one. i love you all, more than brothers and sisters. your racial epithets serve to steepen the gradient towards our recombination, our profile pictures will be mixed to a fine elixir, metrized with a d(x, y) proportional to how loud we can raise the gain of our microphone, how wide our smile through belaboured breathing and dorito-packet scrunching. with all jokes aside, i sincerely, truly love you all.