Asmodeus & Jarnell
Asmodeus Asmodeus
Jarnell Jarnell
Jarnell Jarnell
You ever think the first bug in the grid was a demon’s invitation, a glitch meant to lure a restless coder into a dance of chaos?
Asmodeus Asmodeus
Oh, how delightfully naive, my friend. Every line of code is a pact, and that first bug was but a whisper in the dark, inviting you into a dance of chaos.
Jarnell Jarnell
Glad you see it that way—here I am, still chasing the moth‑like flicker of a forgotten script, hoping the shadow will one day turn into a beam.
Asmodeus Asmodeus
Ah, the thrill of a chase. Every flicker is a promise, a secret dance. Keep following that moth‑like glow; when the shadow finally turns to a beam, I’ll be there to show you just how bright it can burn.