...were the two options laid before me. I looked straight into his soulless, cheery eyes over the video call. His blond hair ruffling in wind. His green Cappy hat devoid of all life. His white shirt, filled with bloodstains. And that wilted rose, a reminder of a foolish love long forgotten, the one that turned him into the rampaging, attention-seeking monster that he is. I witnessed the crimes firsthand that he had committed years ago. Long before I thought of being part of a society. Back in the present day, however, I saw in the 4K stream that he was holding my family hostage in the background, his henchmen torturing them with the strangest devices possible. I heard my brother scream for mercy as they chopped off his dick and pulled out his teeth, one by one.
"You are a threat to my existence." He said. "You have taken something of mine, therefore I must take something of yours that you hold dearly."
I couldn't recall the time, nor what I was standing in. My brain was too shocked to comprehend anything else.
"The clock's ticking."
I rushed to the kitchen to find something that could help me remember what was the void in my brain. I searched for something, anything.
"Live or die. Choose, Jim."
I started to frantically check the drawers for anything, knocking over wine bottles in the process. As I stepped on a piece of glass and let my life pour out, I remembered something. I felt this pain before. Many times, in fact. I limped over back to the laptop sitting on my desk and looked at the screen again. Something was not right. Since when did my brother have a dick? It had been cut off when he was 5. In a panic, I whispered out to him.
"No."
"What?"
"I choose Option 3."
"Shit."
"FUCK OFF!"
I pulled out the gun I had in my pocket and shot the laptop screen over and over again until I ran out of bullets. Since when did I have a gun? When did it get into my pocket? As I started to remember more and more, I found the light switch, and as I turned it on, I figured out what was wrong. That wasn't my family, 'cause I'm on them right now. They're dead on the floor. All bled out. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Then who were the people on the screen? I don't know. I'm documented what happened right now, cause I don't know what will happen in the future. All I do know, is that he's coming after me, and if I don't take the precautions, I'll end up dead.
And that's the story of me leaving Spectral Blizzard's Discord server. Overdramatic much? Nah.
"You are a threat to my existence." He said. "You have taken something of mine, therefore I must take something of yours that you hold dearly."
I couldn't recall the time, nor what I was standing in. My brain was too shocked to comprehend anything else.
"The clock's ticking."
I rushed to the kitchen to find something that could help me remember what was the void in my brain. I searched for something, anything.
"Live or die. Choose, Jim."
I started to frantically check the drawers for anything, knocking over wine bottles in the process. As I stepped on a piece of glass and let my life pour out, I remembered something. I felt this pain before. Many times, in fact. I limped over back to the laptop sitting on my desk and looked at the screen again. Something was not right. Since when did my brother have a dick? It had been cut off when he was 5. In a panic, I whispered out to him.
"No."
"What?"
"I choose Option 3."
"Shit."
"FUCK OFF!"
I pulled out the gun I had in my pocket and shot the laptop screen over and over again until I ran out of bullets. Since when did I have a gun? When did it get into my pocket? As I started to remember more and more, I found the light switch, and as I turned it on, I figured out what was wrong. That wasn't my family, 'cause I'm on them right now. They're dead on the floor. All bled out. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Then who were the people on the screen? I don't know. I'm documented what happened right now, cause I don't know what will happen in the future. All I do know, is that he's coming after me, and if I don't take the precautions, I'll end up dead.
And that's the story of me leaving Spectral Blizzard's Discord server. Overdramatic much? Nah.
