To whom it may concern,
at this point in time, after prevailing my way through rounds and rounds of the torture you demons have put me through, and being slaughtered throughout many, many more, I feel, from the bottom of my heart, that I truly, deeply deserve thanks, respect, and recognition for all that I have accomplished in your sick little game. I have blown my brains out more times than I can remember, and felt the proud joy of avoiding a gory, miserably death too many times to forget. In fact, the only thing I remember of my past lives is the deaths I have been through. To be more precise, the feeling of that certain "type" of death. T