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Instantly everyone nearby hears the sound of 1,000s of bricks rapidly shuffling towards his location.
The earth itself seemed to cry out in agony, until finally the ground itself split open and a horrific creature crawled from the ground, covered in mucus and tar.
”Joe Momma…” the creature whispered.
The man cried out in pain as he disintegrated into dust, and the whole world fell silent in fear.
"I did a little trolling." the wretched creature remarked before burrowing back into the earth.
What I didn't expect tho, is my Grandma to get addicted to it.
I don't know how it happened, she must've done some kind of researches on her end and she ended up getting hooked on it.
You're probably wondering how I even found out about that and tbh it's not a story I personally enjoy explaining but I found out through her search history and one time I walked on her, well, doing "the thing"..
So, I feel kinda bad because in some way I feel like it was directly caused by me and now I need help to help her myself.
That is the only thing she looks at on her Ipad anymore and sometimes she does it even when kids are around, completely shameless.
This is a cry for help
Good day ma'am.
Also I PM'd you. Take a look and lmk what you think.
We won't forget this. You've set a new tone for the kind of interaction we'll be having with you. It's a cold one. One where there aren't any illusions about the reality of the situation. Previous notions of "family" are dead. We are mere consumers to you, and that is obvious.
_♥_____♥_♥_____♥__ Heart
_♥______♥______♥__ On Your
__♥_____/______♥__ Page If
___♥____\_____♥___ You Had
____♥___/___♥_____ Your Heart
______♥_\_♥_______ Broken
________♥_________…………….