Warning: This is the point of no return. The walls of this website are closing in on us, and there's no escape from the depths of despair that lies within.
You've made it to Level 3, but it's just a facade. The truth is, we're running on a diet of discarded hopes and broken dreams, and the coffee machine is on the fritz.
See the Binary Code of Despair if you dare.
Or, if you're feeling particularly masochistic, click here for a heartwarming soliloquy of regret.
Otherwise, you might as well be gone. We won't notice.