Choose no life.
Choose no career.
Choose no family.
Choose a fucking big computer setup only you can handle.
Chose botnets the size of a large undernet channel.
Choose 0days and more shells than you can memorize.
Choose no sleep, high caffeine and mental insurance.
Choose IRC and wondering why the fuck you are online on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting in that swivel chair going through endless lists
of mind-numbing coredumps, stuffing fucking junkfood into your mouth.
Choose going mental at the end of it all, p[h]ishing your last in a miserable efnet channel,
nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up scriptkiddies
you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.