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"I won't help you do something as simple that. Let these serve as hints."
And as he typed the last letters of his carefully thought and greatly articulated paragraph, an overwhelming boost of self-esteem flooded his entire existence. While his finger was approaching the enter button, more steady and dry than ever, a sudden bass sound broke the silence. Before he was even ready to regain control of the situation, several sounds like the first followed. But there was something extraordinary about these sounds· There was rhythm. And the bit was becoming faster and faster as he realized that this little symphony was in fact nothing more than his own heartbeat. He was overwhelmed yet again by a feeling. But this time it was calmness. He started to realize that he stepped far into the lines of personal achievement to go back now. With a quick motion of his hand, so quick that you would miss it if you didn't know beforehand he was going to make it, he finally pressed the enter button. And with a simple gesture the contract had been signed. There, in a small corner of the internet called 4chan he had established his superiority, not only amongst hes peers, but probably in a scale so big that he wouldn't even imagine how big at the time. His name was Anon and this is his story. A story of greatness, glory and immaculate amounts of fapping to internet porn...