The stench grows stronger by the day, over there, in the corner of the room. Under the floorboards. In the earth underneath the house. It is funny how you get used to things though. At first when I would open up the containers after their long trip to me I would gag and wretch and want to be sick. Now its just a neutral smell, like coffee, like the bathroom, just an everyday thing. I don't even bother opening the window these days.
I scour the admin control panel and get as many details as I can. I have done this many times before. IPs, email addresses, associated facebook accounts. It is all a fun puzzle for me these days. Something to occupy my mind before the event. I know him now, his age, his location, school, address. I have his pictures. The tickets are booked and I will be flying out soon. To America again, one of my favourite places for a safari.
People always wonder where that person went, why they do not log in any more. Have they got a new job or left school? Married? Had kids? Maybe they would have known these things, but they wont now. It is the price they pay for annoying me and polluting my forum with their insipid little mind farts.
Its all a joke until you are bound in the dark, in a container, on a ship, in the middle of the Atlantic. Then it is not funny any more. Pray you do not survive the month long voyage because if you do.... well. You will definitely wish you had not annoyed me while you hang there and endure the wonderful agonies I will inflict upon you.
