Terms and Conditions: "The Ping-Pong of Destiny"

Welcome to our Transcendence project. By entering this website, you agree that your mental health is your own responsibility and that something will probably break within the next 5 minutes.

1. Acceptance of the Terms

By clicking the Login with 42 button, you sell your technical soul to this server. If the site explodes, we kindly ask you not to open a GitHub issue; instead, pray a "Our Father" to Norminette and refresh the page (F5 is your only true friend here).

2. About the Game (Pong)

  • Spiritual Lag: Lag is not a bug, it’s an "extra difficulty mechanic". If you lose, it’s your connection’s fault or the stars — never our Django/NestJS code.
  • Quantum Physics: The ball may pass through the paddle on special occasions. It’s not a bug; it’s a quantum tunneling effect designed to make you reflect on the fragility of reality.

3. Chat and Toxicity

Moderate trash talk is allowed, but if you start spamming about why C is better than TypeScript or why you prefer zsh over bash, you will be banned for being unbearable.

4. Privacy and Data (GDPR-ish)

We don’t exactly know what we do with your data yet because we’re still trying to understand how JWT and HttpOnly cookies work. Your password is (probably) safe, but your dignity after losing 10–0 will be permanently stored in our PostgreSQL database.

5. Limited Liability

We are not responsible for: broken keyboards, coffee spilled on the school MacBook, or existential crises caused by docker-compose taking 10 minutes to start because the campus internet decided to die.

⚠️ Warning: This site contains traces of JavaScript. Prolonged use may cause eye strain and the urge to go back to programming in Assembly.

6. The Evaluation (The Bocal and You)

If you are an evaluator: everything you see is a "feature". If you find a memory error, remember that this is a web environment and memory is a metaphysical concept here.

Final note: This project will self-destruct if opened in Internet Explorer. Please use a 21st-century browser.

Made with ❤️, sweat, and way too many cans of Red Bull.

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