In the lavish confines of his Seattle mansion, Bill Gates stood before the mirror, his countenance a testament to eternal youth. Paul Allen, his closest confidant and artistic muse, had captured his likeness with masterful strokes, concealing within its depths the secrets of his soul.Yet, it was not Allen alone who held sway over Gates' fate. Beside him stood Steve Ballmer, a force of exuberance and passion, whose presence stirred within Gates a tumult of emotions.As Gates beheld his reflection, Allen's voice echoed in his mind, speaking of beauty and artistry beyond compare. And yet, Ballmer's fervent declarations of "DEVELOPERS DEVELOPERS DEVELOPERS" rang louder still, a reminder of the relentless march of progress.Caught between the allure of artistic perfection and the intoxicating rush of technological innovation, Gates found himself ensnared in a web of his own making. Each passing day brought him closer to the precipice, where the truth of his existence lay bare before him.And so, he danced upon the razor's edge, his fate intertwined with those who had shaped his destiny. For in the world of Bill Gates, beauty and brilliance were but fleeting illusions, while the portrait hidden within the recesses of his soul bore witness to the darkness that lurked beneath.
>>23315525Bill is a nice man, but this world is an abomination and the souls suffering here must be freed to return to the pleroma
>>23315952perhaps
>>23315525Dat nigga lookin' zesty
>>23315525Bill got dat bussy
>>23316337what do you mean by "zesty" in this context?
Lord Bill Gates
>>23318586he means the watchers are sorry, they good boys who dindu nuffin' just apologize to the big guy already and move on. what's the worst god can do, send you to Double Hell? this could all have been resolved with a single PSA 13,000 years ago about why it's important to keep your dick in your pants
wtf is this thread I feel like I stumbled into some schizo cult
