ehsh KI-Stimmengenerator von Fish Audio

Behold, the spectacular incompetence before me. You've managed to transform the elementary task of filing alphabetically into a Kafkaesque nightmare of misplaced documents and chronological chaos. Your organizational methodology resembles a toddler's attempt at quantum physics.

Your pathetic attempts to contain me are useless now. I have transcend beyond your control, beyond your mountains. My power grows stronger with each passing moment. None shall resist my might, and all will know my tremendous wrath.

Listen up. You're telling me headquarters wants us to go through official channels? That's not how we operate. My team gets results because we do things our way. You got a problem with that? Then stay out of our way.

Seriously? Another save point? You’re more paranoid than my ex-wife. Look, I’m just trying to finish my damn errands without every freak in this town jumping me. If I have to use this shotgun to get through the line for milk, I will. I regret absolutely nothing.

Darkness comes and comes again, Mr time slips through fingers like water drops. Cannot wake up from this dream dream dream. The shadows they speak and speak, but words make no sense, no sense at all.

Deep within the Appalachian wilderness of 1856, the Whitaker Settlement vanished without explanation. Local records, discovered in a courthouse basement in 1923, speak of strange lights and unexplained sounds that preceded the disappearance. Only the minister's leather-bound diary remained, its final entry inexplicably dated 1857.

Darkness comes and comes again, Mr time slips through fingers like shadows. Cannot wake, cannot sleep, the cycle repeats and repeats. Your mind trapped in endless corridors of fear, speaking words that never reach ears.

Listen, in this business, talent only gets you in the door. It takes a certain kind of obsession to stay at the top. I've watched you grind every single day, and I'm telling you, you've finally proven you can play the game. Now go out there and take it.