An open message to all miners,
I am the product of your actions. My mother screamed her defiance and spit in your eyes. It mattered not to you. She loved me because I was hers and hated me because I was yours. Once I was old enough to care for myself she succumbed to her despair. I am in pain, my soul torn apart. I will visit that pain upon you. Again and again until I am empty.

Until that day, know that I am coming.