Goodbye DWNs.
"Goodbye, DWNs.
Living in your smelly fortress filled with radiation resistant dogs and dogshit, literal tonnes and tonnes of broken machinery, corridors so filled with robot exhaust the air is palpable, and endless refrigerators filled with spoiled food has been an eye opening experience. Most of you are unspeakably awful, one or two of you are slightly less awful than that.
Excellent work, I am certain your father is proud. Do not search for me for I have already left and have queued this notice to post several days after my departure to prevent retaliation.
Goodbye forever, Калинка казак"
Kalinka posts her notice with a satisfied click of her mouse, spinning around in her chair while tenting her fingers and smiling sinisterly. Normally, it wasn't the sort of thing she'd engage in, finger tenting, but she'd seen Wily doing it to great effect and found that it was far more satisfying than she could imagine. She had the bonus satisfaction of posting it from deep within the fortress (that she hadn't ACTUALLY left) in an area she'd cleared out on her own, beyond forgotten by the others; it had been caked by dust and filled with garbage, unsuitable for even synthetic habitation.
Truthfully she'd only stumbled upon it while lost (again) but security-through-obscurity was something she was more than eager to take advantage of.
Now she could set her plan in motion without any chance of being discovered.
