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<html>
	<head>
		<title>CSS Abuse</title>
		<style>
			div {
				left: -500px;
				top: 0px;
				position: fixed;
				width: 1000px;
				height: 100vh;
				overflow: scroll;
				transform-origin: top left;
				transform: skewX(45deg);
				font-family: DejaVu Sans, Noto Sans, Sans-Serif;
			}
			p {
				margin-left: auto;
				margin-right: 0;
				width: 500px;
				transform-origin: top left;
				transform: skewX(-45deg);
			}
			span {
				display: inline-block;
				height: calc(100vh - 100vw + 400px);
				transform-origin: top left;
				transform: skewX(-45deg);
			}
		</style>
	</head>
	<body>
		<div>
			<p>Oh, great. Another doe-eyed rebellious anime girl to add to the endless parade of generics that litter the media landscape. Ennui, huh? Well, isn't that just perfect.</p>
			<p>Ennui had a seething hatred for modern society, because honestly, who doesn't? She despised the endless monotonicity, er, I meant monotony, of her life and the only emotion she could feel nowadays was boredom. Endless, dull, tedious boredom!</p>
			<p>One day, Ennui had the brilliant idea of running away from home and going for a joyride on the Trans-Siberian Railway. Because, you know, nothing screams excitement quite like sitting in a cramped, musty train for days on end.</p>
			<p>After breaking multiple countries' multiple laws, the first five seconds aboard the train were a flurry of excitement, but boredom returned as quickly as it had departed. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Ennui noticed a visibly troubled young man with an exceptionally bad haircut. Since she had nothing better to do, Ennui roasted his hairstyle, but the man took it as a compliment, and they struck up a slightly less boring conversation.</p>
			<p>He introduced himself as <a href="https://web.archive.org/web/20230526184241/https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benjamin_Qi">Ben Qi</a>, a three-time International Olympiad in Informatics winner, as if anyone cares. Yeah, I'm sure Ennui was just thrilled to have met such an exciting and charming individual.</p>
			<p>But wait, it gets even better! Ennui nosily asked Ben Qi what was bothering him, because that's totally a question you ask a stranger you just met 30 seconds ago. Ben Qi just replied cryptically, &quot;I have a secret. A deep, dark, beleaguering secret gnawing away at my soul. And I'll tell you what it is, if and only if, you become an IOI winner like me.&quot;</p>
			<p>So, because Ennui was so utterly bored with life, she immersed herself into IOI training, living and breathing Dijkstra's algorithm, AVX2-accelerated segment trees, and the Knuth-Yao DP speedup. Robert Tarjan soon started haunting her dreams.</p>
			<p>And then, surprise surprise, she actually won the IOI! Because, you know, that's totally realistic.</p>
			<p>Long at last, the moment had come. Ben Qi smiled proudly and said, &quot;Congrats Ennui! You're now an IOI winner! And now I must fulfill my side of the biconditional. I'm going to reveal to you my secret.&quot;</p>
			<p>Ennui leaned forward eagerly, her heart pounding with anticipation. Finally! She had waited so long, sacrificed so much, suffered through so many Robert Tarjan nightmares! Finally!</p>
			<p>Ben Qi took a deep breath and ponderously whispered in a hushed tone--Oh wait, I must interrupt! You see, dear reader, I cannot reveal to you what Ben Qi's secret is. Why, you ask? Well, simply put, unlike Ennui, you are not an IOI winner.</p>
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