48 hours - the most isolated camp on earth

In times like this I can't speak in prose. There once lived a master of the matrix, one who told about people that glow. Succumbed by lust, he was a brilliant mind whose fate was met at an equally tragic end. He longed for recognition, especially from you know who. His legacy lives on, his students persevere. He rests peacefully knowing that the ones that carry his will have hearts that can't be changed or persuaded, not even for all potential physics girls in all of the universes in the world.