Ah, the glorious mind of the one and only Flicker (myself). The last true piece of art to be found in our minuscule galaxy. What is there do other than bask in it's infinite glory and knowledge to which we may be enlightened. If we read this extraordinary piece of literature, only then might we find the true identity of the universe, the secret behind Virtual Reality, the peak of existence, how to cure aids, or, even, why people consider Emilia to be best girl because we already KNOW its Rem, you twats. Prepare your mindgrapes, my child. For, as of now, you are only fetuses. TRIGGER WARNING: This book may include topics certain individuals might find unflattering or insulting. Contains very strong language, mostly because I'm a douche and I don't care about your plebeian emotions. Please go forward with caution.