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You feel the rope touch your neck, but it doesn't matter anymore. You're done with this shitty life.
Right as you kick the chair, you realize that you look just like that hanging troonella image. You realize that you are no better than a troon. Nevertheless, it's too late to save yourself now.
You struggle against the rope as it slowly suffocates you. You realize that if you weren't a dumb retard, you would've broken your neck with the fall.
This torture doesn't last for long, thankfully, and soon you decorate the ceiling with your limp corpse.
Ending 3: -ACK!
