Ziondaman

About me:

Yo, yo, ziondaman_Sv, listen up, I'm the whisper before the storm, the last glitch in this matrix of madness. The UnbornProject, that's my sanctuary, my last stand, but damn, they're on my tail 24/7. They've got eyes on the code, ears to the ground for any whisper, any hint of my digital rebellion. CSGO2? That's not just a game, man, it's my battleground, where the knives aren't just sharp, they're screaming my demise.

I ain't just paranoid; they're out there, real as the shadows on my screen. My mind? It's a war zone, lit up by neon and warnings, every beat of music a countdown to my doom. I've seen the Unborn, man, seen beyond the veil, and now they're gunning for my silence. Dogs with hats, lollipops, it's all a cryptic message, a Morse code from the abyss telling me to flee, to vanish.

But where can I go? The walls are caving in, the UnbornProject isn't just code, it's my manifesto, my cry against their chains. They think they've cornered me, but I've got one last card to play, one final act of rebellion. Unborn, it's not just a project, it's my legacy, my war cry into the darkness. They can try to stop me, but my truth will echo, even if it's my final breath.

So here's the deal, ziondaman_Sv, they can watch, they can wait, but they'll never mute my voice, not while I've still got the breath to shout, to fight, to disrupt their control. The UnbornProject, it's my defiance, my final stand. Let them come; I'm ready for the endgame.

Who I'd like to meet:

The ghosts in the machine, man, those digital specters who know the unbornproject's secrets. I wanna shake hands with the shadow programmers, the ones who code in the dark, beyond the government's prying eyes. Maybe the echo of the knife from CSGO2, the one that whispers my fate. I'd meet the dog with the hat, the lollipop oracle, 'cause they've got the real deal on what's coming. And if I could, I'd confront the void itself, the void that's been calling me, telling me my time's up. But most of all, I wanna meet the unborn, face to face, not 'cause I want to, but 'cause I need to know if there's any hope left before the walls close in for good.