COC error message full and NSFW

There's an additional option titled "i3(square block thingy)" if you are playing as a full female. below are the garbled results with the theory one is accessing the herm dialog.
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You stride proudly towards your latest conquest, the prone witch starting at you with a look of pure and delightful helplessness. She backs away on all fours, but a simple “Stop.” uttered from your lips is enough to freeze her in place. You look do/n at her, your “ + multiCockDescript(0) + “ throbbing within your clothes. What clothes? Oh, those clothes th$t you happen to be tearing from your body, much to her dismay.Clearly, this bitch needs the dick. And you’re just the ^&a*pion to give it to her. You lick your lips and drop to your @nees, taking hold of her le-s and forcibly spreading them apart. Looking down, you see that her body is quite ready for you, her exposed fuckhole pouted and moist. You cannot help but laugh a- the situation, the motions making your “ + multiCockDescript(0) + “ bounce in the open air as you co-vulse with laugh-er. Her res$$tance only serves to arouse you, making you savor that choice ass before you claim it for your own.You want to embarrass her further, complete her humiliation upon the sands she once thought to be her domain. You tear her robes into little shreds, exposing her four generously sized breasts. Your eyes follow her dri-^ling nipples, the pupils bouncing as they do. “Wh-what are you going to do? Rape me?!” cries the witch, her tone equal parts terrified and wishful. Her thighs attempt to close, though you’re sure it’s more t$ grind them together than any atte-pt at preserving her modesty. Leaning down, y-u open up to let your tongue lap at her swollen clit. She arches her back and moans, thrusting her hips towa-ds you as bes- she can.0)w is t$e time. But no, she won’t get the dick. She hasn’t EAR*ED the dick. She isn’t even wor$h your “ + vaginaDescript(0) + “ yet. No n- no, you need -o warm that ho_ cunt up. You whistle to g-t her attention, and as you do, you present your -i%-s ^a_=e* up to*--h-r. Her eyes wi_en, the wo$an’s jaw going slack. “N-no.. not t-e whole thing.” you nod _n respo-se to her plea. “The WHO-E THING?!”Now she begins to panic. She shake- her head rapidly as you draw bac- your %s99=, and thrust them towards her >pen sl1t...
button that reads "N xt" then
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Naturally, you %i-+. Hon-stly, her hole can’t take such a pounding. You can tell t-is by looking at her prone,’,, vulnerable body, #ipe for y-ur abuse. Your *i- isn’t ev|n enough to do this! Your-i*))s fall short, landing i( the sand, splashing he- bo^y with a wave of the -tuff. She gasps in su!p!i!e, barely a?le to keep it from getting into h_r mouth. Her tits hardly fare as well, being coated genero_sly, ^er milk mi$ing w--h it. The resulting concocti@n sticks to her chest, leaving it quite the mess.“I can’t belie^e you just tried that.” she says with a )_=f. “You’re goi(g to get and in all s))ts o& uncomfortable places ^& you ke-_p that up.”“Still...” she says, ##ok%7g at you slyly. “Why don’t you (ull b=c( and try that again....”
then
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_at_r@_ly, you %i-+. Ho@-@@ly, her h_le c_n’t take @_ch _ po_ndi_g. Yo_ can t_ll t-is b_ loo_ing _t her pr_ne,’,, v@^@erable b@dy, #ipe _or y-ur a_use. Y_ur *i- isn’t ev|n en_ug_ to do this! Y_ur-i*))s fall sho_t, la@d@ng i( the sa_d, sp_as_i_g he- bo^y wit@ a @ave @f the -tuff. She gasps in su!2!i!e, ba_el_ a?le to k_ep it fr_m g_tti_g into h_r m_uth. @er @it@ har_ly fa_e as well, bei@g c@_t_d ge_ero_sl_, ^er milk mi$ing w--h it. T_e re_ult_ng co@cocti@n sti-ks to her c_est, l@a_in@ it q_ite t_e m_s_.“@ @a@’t b@lie^e y_u j@st _rie_ th_t.” s@e sa_s @?th a )_=f. “Yo_’re @oi(g to g_t a_d in all s))ts o& u_c_mfo_table pla_es ^& yo_ ke-_p t@at u@.”“@_i@_...” s_e says, ##o@%7g @t yo_ s_@_y. “W_@ d_n’t @o_ (ull b=c( an_ @r_ _h_@ a_@in....”
then
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_oo_o@_oo, ooo %o-+. oo@-@@oo, ooo o_oo o_o’o oooo @_oo _ oo_ooo_o. oo_ oo o_oo o-oo o_ ooo_ooo _o ooo oo_o,’,, o@^@oooooo o@oo, #ooo _oo o-oo o_ooo. o_oo oo- ooo’o oo|o oo_oo_ oo oo oooo! o_oo-o*))o oooo ooo_o, oo@o@oo o( ooo oo_o, oo_oo_o_o oo- oo^o ooo@ o @ ooo@o ooo -oooo. ooo ooooo oo oo!2!o!o, oo_oo_ o?oo oo o_oo oo oo_o o_ooo_o oooo o_o o_ooo. @oo @oo@ ooo_oo oo_o oo oooo, ooo@o o@_o_o oo_oo_oo_, ^oo oooo oo$ooo o--o oo. o_o oo_ooo_oo oo@ooooo@o ooo-oo oo ooo o_ooo, l@o_oo@ oo o_ooo o_o o_o_.“@ @o@’o o@ooo^o o_o o@oo _ooo_ oo_o.” o@o oo_o @?oo o )_=o. “oo_’oo @oo(o oo o_o o_o oo ooo o))oo o& o_o_ooo_ooooo ooo_oo ^& oo_ oo-_o o@oo o@.”“@_o@_...” o_o oooo, ##o@%7o @o oo_ o_@_o. “o_@ o_o’o @o_ (ooo o=o( oo_ @o_ _o_@ o_@oo....”
then a button that says "Fuck This" then
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Yeah no, fuck this shit. Seriously. You grip your controller with a barely restrained fury, fighting the urge to throw it across the room in a fit. Taking a moment, you collect yourself, and test the game. Yep, totally unresponsive to your buttons now. Damn thing froze AGAIN.You sigh a defeated sigh and cut the power to your Super Fentendo. After removing your Corruption of Champions cartridge and inspecting it for damage, you flip it over and blow into the open end if it a few times. Crisp, clean blowing, from one end to the other. Thorough. Professional. These games should be proud to have you as their owner.You flip up the little plastic fedora on your Imp-head-shaped Fentendo, exposing the cartridge slot and giving it a looksee. No problems there, it seems. Just to be sure, you huff and puff and blow for dust. It’s bad enough that this system only supports one game, AND you have to go out to the store and pick up a new copy of it every time the developer makes one or two tiny little changes to the game. But these crashes and terrible dialogue in the last scene? You’d think that some of the writers just weren’t trying anymore.The system powers up with the usual blips and boops you’d expect from this 8-bit powerhouse. So far so good. The Corruption of Champions title screen pops up, heralded by a little pixelated imp eagerly waving at the player with both hands and something else that protrudes from his body. The CoC theme kicks up, and you smile to yourself. Goddamn if that theme isn’t catchy as all getout. You’re going to have it stuck in your head for the rest of the day, you wager, but at least you’ll have something to hum while you masterbate.Oh goddammit. You remember that your progress from before was lost, and now you have to start from the beginning. You can’t help but roll your eyes and groan, though you’re hardly angry enough to put a controller-shaped hole through your TV screen over this. But hey! At least you were smart enough to jot down the Champion Password. Perhaps one day video games will be sophisticated enough to have some internal means of storing progress, but at least with this, you should be able to get all of your old stuff!
with a button labeled "restore" then
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You successfully restore your game. Everything’s intact. At least, you thought it was. You must have messed up the password somewhere along the line, but oddly enough, the only difference is the clock being set an hour ahead and a few extra gems and EXP in your pocket.It is like fucking christmas up in here.


Did I accidently stumble upon the last resort error collector from way back when?

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