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Stay tuned. The day of reckoning will come.

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@ -20,4 +20,29 @@ Some of this code may be either outdated, insecure, or bad practice. While most
task.defer(script.Destroy, script) task.defer(script.Destroy, script)
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**ALSO HEAVILY RECOMMENDED:** `CharacterAutoLoads` should be disabled, and the `PhysicsSteppingMethod` should be set to Fixed. There used to be a workspace property to allow the arms to have collision, but it doesn't seem to be visible anymore; maybe they made it enabled by default? I am not so sure and I will update this readme once I figure that out ~~(If I ever do, lol)~~. **ALSO HEAVILY RECOMMENDED:** `CharacterAutoLoads` should be disabled, and the `PhysicsSteppingMethod` should be set to Fixed. There used to be a workspace property to allow the arms to have collision, but it doesn't seem to be visible anymore; maybe they made it enabled by default? I am not so sure and I will update this readme once I figure that out ~~(If I ever do, lol)~~.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.