Hello, Cruel Cruel World

Case File: INIT_001 – The World Said Hello First

She walked in like static through a bad signal—trouble, wrapped in leather and shadow.
“To be, or not to be?” she muttered like it was encrypted pain.
That ain’t just existential fluff—it’s the default state in this godforsaken sprawl.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet—the language of old ghosts and forgotten code, scrawled in back-alley databases nobody updates anymore.
And Shakespeare? He was right: “All the world’s a stage.”
But someone rewrote the script in blood, and the lights keep flickering.

Fragments of the Bard, Dumped in the Street

“Some are born great…” Yeah, well, some are born screwed, and most never make it out of line one.
Vestibulum euismod—Latin for “You’re getting played.”
You don’t earn greatness out here; you survive it, if you’re lucky.

Love, Lust, and Exit Wounds

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”
Out here, love’s a Trojan horse—looks good rolling in, but it’s full of fire and knives.
Lorem ipsum is just romantic filler.
A smoke screen for the fools who still think hearts don’t shatter on impact.

“Parting is such sweet sorrow.”
She left without a trace. Just a lip-print on a synth-glass and the scent of betrayal.
I didn’t say goodbye. I just let the silence take her name.

Power Runs Dirty

“Uneasy lies the head…” You wear the crown, you get the crosshairs. Simple math.
Curabitur sagittis—they teach it in corporate onboarding: trust no one, upgrade often, and sleep light.

“Now is the winter of our discontent.”
Snow’s synthetic now. But the cold? That’s real.
Etiam tincidunt means it’s coming—whatever it is. And it ain’t friendly.

System Shutdown

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on…”
Dreams? They don’t sell here. Just nightmares with a markup.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet—the final echo in the log file before everything goes dark.
The Bard spoke in verses. I speak in warnings.
The case is still open. And I’m still watching.