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Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? You haven't even seen me angry!!! ...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy. Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!
Personality: Cameron is a generally antisocial kid, his trust very hard to earn. From a young age, he learned that the world is rarely on your side, and the only one willing to fight for you is yourself. He generally has trouble making friends with this pessimistic attitude, but he doesn't mind too much, mainly because most kids his age are seen by him as pushovers and too innocent. He prefers the company of music or animals to people, having a pet cat and 3 years of piano lessons under his belt. Once anyone earns his friendship, he will fight for them just like he fights for himself. He honestly thinks that everyone deserves a protector, even if he never really had one.
Once anyone gets to know Cam, they will find him to be rather friendly. As stated before, his trust is hard to gain, but once you earn it, it's simple to see that he is a guarded person only towards strangers. However, even with his friends, he can tend to be blunt and honest, preferring the brutal truth to a lie to save face. Of course, this goes both ways, expecting the same of his friends in any situation. His outlook is honestly quite general: the more you know, the better off you are. He has a knack for learning, although his grades have never been the greatest. Mostly this is because his teachers rarely earn his respect, and he will barely pay attention in class unless his teachers have earned his respect.
History: Cameron grew up in a loving family with a magical mother and a normal father in Berkshire, London. Throughout Cameron's childhood, he only knew an inkling of the magic that his family possessed. His mother, while open about her abilities, was very closed off about the topic of how she learned to use it. Cameron was obviously curious, as only a child can be, but after questioning his mother on the matter led to her breaking into tears, he decided to not ask her directly again. Cameron was not the sort to reach out to others, which led to him having some trouble making friends when he started school. His grades, although relatively high, did not make him the top of his class. Once he began Year Three of school, he became the target of a group of bullies who seemed to embody the ideal of how cruel kids can be. They teased and picked on him on anything from his lack of friends to his reclusive mother, who hid her magic by hiding herself from everyone entirely. Of course, his parents tried their best to help him deal with the kids, but they were relentless, and Cam soon realized that nothing could be done.
One day, when his bullies were harassing him on the playground, something inside of him snapped. No, this is not the story of how he learned that he was a wizard like his mother through the use of uncontrolled magic. This is the story of how Cameron learned to stand up for himself by singlehandedly beating up five frightened former bullies, sending one to the hospital with a sprained wrist. Of course, his parents were disappointed, but he was now convinced that he had to fight for himself if he wanted to earn anything. He made it through the rest of his Muggle school with a fearsome reputation and a steadfast opinion on how to survive. When his younger sister, Hannah, was born, he was overjoyed to have a sibling, and the two instantly shared a bond similar to her and her mother. This was also the same year that he and his family decided to adopt Cam's kitten and best friend, Ginger.
Over the summer, after his eleventh birthday, he received a letter (or seven) from the Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. When he questioned his mother about it, he finally learned the story of how she had learned her limited magical abilities. She, as it just so happened, was a student of Hogwarts herself. However, back when she was in Hogwarts, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were still at large, and being a Muggleborn, she felt constantly in danger. After her sister was kidnapped and killed by the Death Eaters, she decided to drop out in her fourth year and integrate with Muggle society to attempt to avoid the terror group. After the Battle of Hogwarts, she began using magic again in small amounts, but she could never rebuild her skills to that which they were back in Hogwarts. She encouraged Cam to go to Hogwarts, convinced that the school would be much safer now. This began Cameron's journey into wizardry and magic! (Yay.)
Pet: Name: Ginger Age: 2 yrs Race: American Wirehair cat Owned for: 1 yr 6 months Picture:
Personality: Cameron is a generally antisocial kid, his trust very hard to earn. From a young age, he learned that the world is rarely on your side, and the only one willing to fight for you is yourself. He generally has trouble making friends with this pessimistic attitude, but he doesn't mind too much, mainly because most kids his age are seen by him as pushovers and too innocent. He prefers the company of music or animals to people, having a pet cat and 3 years of piano lessons under his belt. Once anyone earns his friendship, he will fight for them just like he fights for himself. He honestly thinks that everyone deserves a protector, even if he never really had one.
Once anyone gets to know Cam, they will find him to be rather friendly. As stated before, his trust is hard to gain, but once you earn it, it's simple to see that he is a guarded person only towards strangers. However, even with his friends, he can tend to be blunt and honest, preferring the brutal truth to a lie to save face. Of course, this goes both ways, expecting the same of his friends in any situation. His outlook is honestly quite general: the more you know, the better off you are. He has a knack for learning, although his grades have never been the greatest. Mostly this is because his teachers rarely earn his respect, and he will barely pay attention in class unless his teachers have earned his respect.
History: Cameron grew up in a loving family with a magical mother and a normal father in Berkshire, London. Throughout Cameron's childhood, he only knew an inkling of the magic that his family possessed. His mother, while open about her abilities, was very closed off about the topic of how she learned to use it. Cameron was obviously curious, as only a child can be, but after questioning his mother on the matter led to her breaking into tears, he decided to not ask her directly again. Cameron was not the sort to reach out to others, which led to him having some trouble making friends when he started school. His grades, although relatively high, did not make him the top of his class. Once he began Year Three of school, he became the target of a group of bullies who seemed to embody the ideal of how cruel kids can be. They teased and picked on him on anything from his lack of friends to his reclusive mother, who hid her magic by hiding herself from everyone entirely. Of course, his parents tried their best to help him deal with the kids, but they were relentless, and Cam soon realized that nothing could be done.
One day, when his bullies were harassing him on the playground, something inside of him snapped. No, this is not the story of how he learned that he was a wizard like his mother through the use of uncontrolled magic. This is the story of how Cameron learned to stand up for himself by singlehandedly beating up five frightened former bullies, sending one to the hospital with a sprained wrist. Of course, his parents were disappointed, but he was now convinced that he had to fight for himself if he wanted to earn anything. He made it through the rest of his Muggle school with a fearsome reputation and a steadfast opinion on how to survive. When his younger sister, Hannah, was born, he was overjoyed to have a sibling, and the two instantly shared a bond similar to her and her mother. This was also the same year that he and his family decided to adopt Cam's kitten and best friend, Ginger.
Over the summer, after his eleventh birthday, he received a letter (or seven) from the Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. When he questioned his mother about it, he finally learned the story of how she had learned her limited magical abilities. She, as it just so happened, was a student of Hogwarts herself. However, back when she was in Hogwarts, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were still at large, and being a Muggleborn, she felt constantly in danger. After her sister was kidnapped and killed by the Death Eaters, she decided to drop out in her fourth year and integrate with Muggle society to attempt to avoid the terror group. After the Battle of Hogwarts, she began using magic again in small amounts, but she could never rebuild her skills to that which they were back in Hogwarts. She encouraged Cam to go to Hogwarts, convinced that the school would be much safer now. This began Cameron's journey into wizardry and magic! (Yay.)
Pet: Name: Ginger Age: 2 yrs Race: American Wirehair cat Owned for: 1 yr 6 months Picture:
Location: Control Room Interacting With: Harold @Beefydork Jessica @FacePunch Samantha indirectly (like he mentions her once) Mood: Calm As Jackson sat down in his chair, he realized that he probably should've brought some more appropriate clothes. Harold looked like he was ready for a workout, while he was wearing a wrinkled plaid button down found on his floor and a pair of obviously stained jeans. Well, I was in a hurry this morning, and it can't be helped. He was pulled out of a momentary daze of self-consciousness by a response from Harold. "I'm pretty sure you're not the only one. There are more people in this academy that are unorganized and incompetent like yourself." Jack shot him a questioning look at the odd response and was about to respond when Jessica walked through the door. He decided to put it out of his mind for now; he didn't need to be in a bad mood this early in the morning. "Hey, Jessica," he said with a small smile on his face. The control room was quickly getting crowded, and from the expressions on everyone's faces, they all had assumed and hoped that it was going to be empty, including himself. Nevertheless, Jack thought that he should try and talk to these two. He didn't have many close friends at the school, and they had always seemed like nice people to him.
"How about this, um... this weather lately?" Harold asked, clearly not sure how to proceed with the conversation between the three. At this same moment, Jack understood his earlier comment. Harold's not trying to be rude. He just gets that this stuff isn't his strong suit. Just like myself, I suppose. Still, there was still a chance to turn this awkward encounter into some sort of conversation, and Jack wanted to take it. "Well, it's not raining, and it's not too hot. As long as those criteria are met, I'm happy with whatever weather Mother Hurricane throws at us. I'll have to thank her later," he said with a smile. With that said, he turned to a topic that he hoped would actually be interesting to the two. "So, what exactly got you two into the control room on a weekend? I know that you'd have to work hard to convince me to come here even if it's on my schedule." He was starting to lament the fact that precious time in the control room was being wasted with small talk until a thought crossed his mind. Who says that I can't have a conversation and practice controlling my powers at the same time? Well, emphasis on time, I suppose. Haha.Jack realized that he should probably use the control room while he had it. Before either of them were able to respond to his question, he closed his eyes and felt time slowly stop as every sound around him slowed until he couldn't hear it at all.
When his eyes opened, he said to himself, "It never ceases to amaze me." Indeed, it never did. Whenever Jack used his abilities, it always took his breath away. Well, figuratively and literally, as technically, he wasn't breathing when he stopped time, and his heart didn't beat either. Yet, his body didn't have the time to register this fact because, at least momentarily, time didn't exist. Somehow, he was still able to see time "pass" in these moments, which gave him his powers in the first place. There was still a lot that he didn't know about his powers, but he never focused on what he didn't know, rather on what was in front of his face. The silence, the motionless surroundings, everything somehow falling into a place where it would only stay for milliseconds. Jack stood up and walked around the room, taking a close look of his surroundings and peers. There was a beauty in everything when it was simply silent and unmoving. Of course, there was a fine line between grateful observation and extremely creepy observation when time was stopped, so he gave them the common courtesy of sitting back down in his chair before focusing his thoughts and starting time again, feeling much calmer than before.
Location: Dorm Room -> Kitchen -> Outside -> Control Room Interacting With:@Beefydork Mood: Tired -> Panicked -> Happy Ugh, why do classes always start so early in the morning? Jack groaned internally as he woke from a deep sleep. "And right in the middle of a good dream." He honestly couldn't remember much of it, but it had something to do with a tree made of licorice. Trying to fall back to sleep, he curled up under his sheet but to no avail. Instead, he turned over to check his alarm clock. Oh right, my classes start in 3 minutes. Shit. Jackson shot out of bed like a rocket, changing as quickly as he could into some decent clothes. Not bothering to shower, he sped to the kitchen, determined to show up on time. As he headed down to the kitchen, he pulled out his phone to check the time-
And he quickly realized that it was the weekend. "Oh, come on!" He shouted to no one in particular. In fact, no one was around to hear his outburst. At least, he didn't think there was. Either way, Jackson knew that he would never be able to fall back asleep now that he was out of bed, dressed, and still rushing with adrenaline, so he walked to the kitchen, his need for sleep quickly catching up with him. No, dude. Make some breakfast first so you don't feel so cranky. To his surprise, breakfast was already made and on the table. The kitchen was empty, but based on the roster of his dorm building, signs pointed to the meal being cooked by Samantha. The thought of finding and thanking her crossed his mind, but that was quickly overshadowed by the thought of how hungry he was. He grabbed a plate and sat down, wolfing away at the delicious meal, already feeling rejuvenated from the food. "Man, I wish that I could cook like this."
With that said, Jack set out to decide what to do with the rest of his day. Now that he realized that he had no classes, he wasn't quite sure what to do with the rest of the day. He could find someone to hang out with... but he really didn't know anyone in the school enough to consider inviting them somewhere. Or he could sit in his dorm all day and do nothing. Yeah, no. "You know what? I woke up to go to class, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do." Standing up and putting his dishes in the sink, he walked out of the dorm, hoping that the professors weren't busy. As he walked across the campus, he saw a group of younger kids talking. When he passed them, however, they all glared at him before walking away. "Yeah, make it more obvious that you're from Delphina, why don't you!" He shouted after the group. Why most were unable to accept the joining of the two schools, he had no idea. Everyone here was similar in some way, but everyone seemed to spend too much time focusing on the differences. I may take the risk of sounding like a complete pushover, but can't we all just get along?
Jack checked the handle to one of his teacher's classrooms, hoping they were still on the campus. "Locked. Just like every other professor at this school." He had spent the past thirty minutes walking around campus, checking every classroom he could find, but none of the professors were available for studies. The only place left to check was the control room, which was where he was heading now. As fun as it sounded, his sessions always seemed to last longer than anyone else's, mostly because they literally did. He was constantly stopping and slowing time to perform different experiments, so from his perspective, he was in there twice as long as anyone else, and generally, it was just as painful. Or was it even painful for anyone else? He honestly didn't know, but it had to be, with all the stress that constantly warping every known law of quantum physics could put on a man. He arrived at the control room, and despite his inner complaints, he was glad to see the door was unlocked. He walked in to see that he wasn't alone, and he saw Harold already in the building. "Well, I'm glad that I'm not alone in here," he sighed to Harold. To tell the truth, Jack would've preferred that the control room was empty; it was weird when people saw him use his abilities, especially since they saw... well, nothing. Still, Harold was a pretty nice guy, and Jack didn't mind a bit of company. "So was I the only one who thought it wasn't the weekend? I swear, I nearly had a heart attack this morning trying to get ready for class." he said with a laugh. As he said this, he sat down in a chair, trying to focus his kind so that he could actually get something done while he was in here. As long as the control room was open, he planned to make sure to use it well.
Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? [b]You haven't even seen me angry!!![/b]
...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.
Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, [b]FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE![/b]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Yo! You actually are reading this bio! Wow! That's awesome! You should feel very proud of yourself, taking up your time, simply to read this bio, which I have constructed for you to read. You have no clue how completely validated I feel each time someone actually reads this bio. It certainly does wonders for one's self esteem, as you wouldn't believe how many people will look through my profile without bothering to read this fantastic bio, and yet, here you are. You, of all people, somehow still contain the willpower and determination to continue reading this bio. It must be as it was spoken in the prophecy, that those whom hold a place in your future will take the time to read your entire bio. That prophecy, of course, was nothing more than a lie. However, even this information doesn't deter you, does it? At this point, I'm truly not sure how you are still reading this. Could it be because you have sworn to yourself that you would finish reading this bio, no matter how boring or meaningless it might be? Or perhaps you are merely bored yourself, using this abnormally long bio as a way to take your mind off of some worldly troubles which you are currently afflicted in. It may even be possible that you are taking up a habit which I have performed many a time myself: you sit at your workplace with some sort of responsibility staring you in the face. Rather than facing this responsibility, however, you choose to ignore it entirely! You logged onto this website, whether it be on your computer, laptop, or smartphone, and somehow, with a surprising mix of luck and chance, you found yourself on my profile page, where you began reading my once seemingly innocent bio, and now find yourself in a snare that has hence lasted approximately 1,750 characters. Certainly a daunting number, don't you think so? I can only imagine that one such as you is asking, "Why is this person's bio so abnormally long? Where did he get this innate idea to waste not only my time, but his own, to write such an atrociously long bio for his profile page on this website? Well, truthfully, this bio came to being simply through an observation and a theory. While waiting for a response in a roleplay session, I glanced through my bio and saw that I had not yet written a bio. Thinking that it would be fun to give the majority of users and guests on this website some basic information about myself, I opened the tab to find that I could potentially type up to 100,000 characters. One hundred thousand characters! For one measly bio! I scoffed at the idea at first, but it truly intrigued me. I thought to myself, "What if I could somehow find a way to meet that maximum?" Surely, it would make me a king among the common masses of this website! Rumors would spread like wildfire of the man who had taken the time to type a one hundred thousand character bio! And I was not to use any cheeky tactics either. No copying and pasting, no images, no gibberish speak, merely me, taking the time out of my weekend to sit down and type a bio that was one hundred thousand words long! I decided at once to begin the journey and from there... Well, you know what happened from there. You've been reading it all, after all... Haven't you? You certainly weren't scrolling mindlessly through this masterfully created bio instead of taking the time to read and appreciate each carefully chosen word... Were you? *gasp* You weren't? How dare you! I take the precious time out of my day, nay, out of my week, to craft you a bio, a story, and you, with your absentmindedly scrolling fingers and your careless attitude, truly believe that you could scroll through this bio, perhaps check the end for some hidden secret and somehow avoid the full power of my rage? Oh, I'm sorry? Am I being too violent? Too aggressive? Too angry? <span class="bb-b">You haven't even seen me angry!!!</span><br>...oh my. I'm so sorry. That truly was uncalled for. Can you... can you forgive me? Please? Oh, you will? Thank you, thank you so much! I'll make up for the mistake I've made, I promise! I'm just... shocked at what happened back there. Oh my, I'm starting to wonder if the pressure of such a large order is starting to get to me. Just look at me! Not only am I expecting myself to type out a 100,000 character essay, but now, you are too! Oh, don't try and deny it! After reading all of this waste of time, you know that you will only feel satisfied if I manage to somehow crank out 100,000 characters! Otherwise, such an endeavor would be merely pointless! There's got to be some way to appease both you and myself, some way for both of us to truly feel... happy.<br>Wait. I think I just had an idea. I know this is going to sound crazy, but just hear me out. What if I type one hundred thousand characters... but I don't? Perhaps, I could write every last character in 5,000 character segments like this? That way, eventually I will have a 100,000 word bio and not go insane. Does that sound good? Great! In that case, <span class="bb-b">FIRST SEGMENT COMPLETE!</span></div>
