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I want to talk to you about the boy next door.
I first noticed him when we arrived here. Mom was moving in all of our boxes and furniture, and I was sitting on one of mom’s boxes labelled “fragile” downing ice-cold lemonade.
It wasn’t exactly the weather for cold drinks, but I was pooped after spending my morning and half of my afternoon going back and forth with all of our stuff. It was just a glimpse.
One of the movers asked me to help him with a box of kitchen equipment. I was struggling to get a proper grip of it, twisting around to shout that I needed help—when I saw him.
Not much of a person, more of a shadow poking from behind the fence. What I could make out was a tallish figure and mousey hair.
I lifted my hand in a greeting, but the guy walked away. I didn’t think much of it.
Maybe he was shy.
Though I was curious about my neighbors. I was expecting them to join the parade of families on our doorstep harbouring every food you can imagine, but they stayed away. I did know a family existed next door, however. There was a large wooden fence separating us. So, if I really wanted to talk to them I’d either have to grow several feet taller or invest in stilts. I’m not sure why I was so obsessed with meeting them.
I knew they had kids my age. I could hear them.
Whether they were arguing over video games, or laughing at something trivial, I could always hear them when I was sitting on our wooden porch or helping mom clean our yard.
According to mom, who heard it from the nice lady across the street, our neighbors were called the Wilders.
There was a single mom, and her four teenage kids.
Huh, I thought. So the mystery shadow guy must have been a Wilder kid.
I was told to not get too excited, though. Apparently, Mrs Wilder was very protective over her children and home-schooled them.
So, there was no chance of me making friends or even getting to know them. On our second day in our new home, mom told me over breakfast that Mrs Wilder had sent out a polite notice to the neighbourhood that her children were not to be disturbed or talked to. Which was crazy. I thought that was weird. But mom understood it—and to my annoyance, accepted the woman’s notice. I was warned not to talk to the Wilder children.
And if I did, that was an automatic week grounding. Which meant no diner, no seeing friends after school, and my phone privileges taken away. According to her, she figured they were just a private family and wanted to accept that. She theorised the kids had been bullied at public school and had to be home-schooled. But I was sceptical. “All of them?” I’d asked her through a mouthful of cereal.
“Phoebe.” Mom sent me a warning look, sipping her coffee. “What we’re going to do is respect Mrs Wilder’s wishes.”
“It’s child abuse.” I muttered into my frosted flakes. Only for mom to reach across the table and poke me with the prongs of her fork.
“Ow!”
“Don’t play with your food.”
“I’m not playing with my food.” I held up a spoonful of soggy cereal. “You just never get the chocolate brand. These taste like sandpaper.”
“We are going to be respectable neighbors,” mom said, ignoring me. “So, you are not going to speak to those kids. Do you understand?”
I knew mom only wanted to abide by the weird rules because she was obsessed with joining the mom’s club, or whatever they were called, but it didn’t make sense to me that his woman wasn’t letting her own kids have a social life.
At a younger age, maybe eleven or twelve, I could understand. But seventeen? That was almost college age. What, was she expecting to coddle them forever?
Did she really think these kids were going to stay with her? Seventeen was the age of finding first loves and making mistakes. Not staying at home with mommy dearest. “Okay, but would you do this to me?” I asked her. “Would you really lock me up and stop me from going outside and living my life?”
Mom had been spreading butter on bread. I didn’t realise her mood had drastically changed until she was almost slicing her finger with the knife. “You don’t know this yet because you are far too young,” she lifted her head, her lips curving into a smile. “But there is something called a mother’s instinct. When our children are born, we are overcome with an almost… feral need to protect them from danger. If you look it up, it is present is every creature. Every mother. Our children are worth more than ourselves. We give our own lives to keep them alive. You can roll your eyes and say it’s stupid, but I’m sure as soon as you have your own child, you will feel the exact same with them.”
She nodded at me. “I had that with you. I… I still have it with you, Phoebe. No matter how old you are. When you were a baby, I wanted to hold you in my arms every second of every day. I hated it when people wanted to hold you, and you were such a clingy baby. Always cradled to my chest. As you grew up, I started to understand that you were seeing the world for the first time and you needed your own time and space. I let you take your first steps on your own. I cried when you said your first word—and when I grabbed your hand and raced down the kindergarten steps for the first time. Letting you go was painful. And if I had a choice in the matter? Yes, I would keep you in here. I would stop you from going outside and seeing this world.” She dropped the knife with a startling, metallic clang, before picking it back up.
“Because this planet is a scary place, Phoebe. And as mother’s, it is our job to keep our kids safe. Even if that means going to the slightest of extremes.”
“Slightest of extremes?” I scoffed, despite knowing I was being pedantic. “They have to fly the nest! That’s called growing up!”
Ignoring her glare, I continued.
“Yes, I believe in mother’s instinct. But at what point do you have to look at yourself and realise you’re being ridiculous? Seventeen year olds aren’t infants. They won’t just blindly walk into traffic. They have self-awareness of what is wrong and right.”
I pointed at myself. “You let me drive, right? I got my license. Where was your ‘mother instinct’ when I got myself a big-girl vehicle I could easily have an accident in?”
Mom curled her lip. “Don’t push it.”
Leaning across the table, I fixed her with a smile. “See? You trust me, mom. You let me grow up. That’s the difference between you and Mrs Wilder. Kids have to grow up. No matter what the circumstances are. It’s just part of being human. We all grow up and leave our parents.”
I sent her a look, stirring the soggy soup of my cereal. “Well. Unless you’re Mrs Wilder.”
Mom finished her coffee and stood up. “You don’t even know these children. They could be in any stage of development which makes them very different to you. All kids mentally age at different points.”
She took her plate to the faucet and dumped it in the bowl. Mom washed the dishes when she was angry or stressed, and she was really going to town on our brand new pattern plates. I saw that as a mark of finality. “I’m done talking about this, okay? You’re not eighteen yet which means you abide by my rules, and really, Phoebe, I’m not exactly holding you prisoner. I’m just asking you to be polite and follow a simple rule which is not hard. We are a new family, and we need to make a good impression. Which means no talking to Mrs Wilder’s children.” She cleared her throat.
“Respect our neighbour’s wishes or lose your phone.”
Ducking my head, I continued to stir my cereal into a mushy soup which had quickly become unappetising. It looked like barf. I pushed it away. “You only want me to follow the rules so you can get into Mrs Becker’s book club and go on Pilate dates with middle aged Karen’s.”
Mom dropped a plate in the sink, and the sound of the splash made me flinch slightly.
“Is that understood?”
“Yes.” I said, rolling my eyes. “Obviously, I will abide by this street’s draconian rules so I can continue scrolling through Tik-Tok.”
It was sarcasm, but I wasn’t sure my mother could detect it. She was so blinded by becoming one with our neighbors.
Why was she so obsessed with meeting all the other mom’s anyway?
Was she planning on setting me up on a playdate with 3 year old Evie? I wouldn’t put it past her doing that for the brownie points.
“Good. End of conversation.” Mom said, hurrying to get her jacket and bag. “I’m late for work, and you have an induction to get to.”
I wanted to argue further because this sounded unfair. The kids were teenagers, right? How were they not arguing against this? It seemed insane that they were going along with what their mother said. But I was aware of significant punishment if I broke this rule. So, I begrudgingly agreed. After my induction, I asked around new friends and classmates if anybody knew of the Wilder kids, and they did.
But they didn’t want to elaborate on what they knew. I heard a lot of rumours with dead ends. Most of them involved a father who had walked out on them, and their mother going into ultra-protective mode in response. It sounded like these kids were bearing the brunt of a messy divorce. They were complete enigma’s.
I didn’t know anything about them except from their insanely overprotective mother’s wicked grip on them. I gave up being curious. Mom was serious about me not speaking not them. She gave me a lecture on respecting the woman’s privacy, and blah, blah, blah. I tuned out after five minutes, my attention flicking to an episode of Breaking Bad playing on the lounge TV.
The next few weeks were boring. Mom was invited to join Mrs Beck’s book club, so on Monday’s at 5PM, I made myself scarce. I did exactly what mom said. I ignored the kids next door. My bedroom happened to be facing the room of one of the kids, but their dark blue curtains were always shut. Sometimes it was hard. When I was sitting in the yard, reading a book, I could hear them on the other side of the fence.
The boys were the most vocal, laughing and teasing each other. There was a point when I risked it. I jumped to my feet and got halfway across the expanse of grass, standing on the tips of my toes and trying to catch a peek. But mom was calling me inside. I swore she had eyes in the back of my head. Mom always knew when I was outside. When I was near the fence.
It wasn’t until a month had gone by when I finally got a glimpse of a Wilder kid. I had just gotten back from school. I’d dumped my backpack on my bed and grabbed my phone, slumping onto my bed to text my friends and mindlessly scroll through social media. I noticed movement at the corner of my eye, and when I’d lifted my head, blinking rapidly—those same blue curtains which had shut me out for what felt so long—they were open. Not just that.
I could see a bedroom smothered in personality. I glimpsed a hardwood desk strewn with paper and an expensive laptop, a blue bedspread, a beaten up guitar leaning against light green walls covered in old-school movie posters.
There were screwed up pieces of paper everywhere. I had to guess he was some kind of artist. The room was illuminated in the evening dim, a soft warm light bringing the room to life. A knock startled me, and my gaze flicked to the window.
There he was. The Wilder boy next door.
He was my age, maybe even older. This guy looked almost college aged. Which made it increasingly weirder that his mother would insist on babying him at the age of seventeen.
He was cute. The dorky kind of cute. He wore bulky glasses but was the type to instantly suit pretty much anything. If I could compare him to anyone, it would be the mental image in my head that my younger self had imagined Percy Jackson when I reads the books.
The guy looked comfortable in a sweater and jeans, mousey brown hair hanging in warm eyes. There was an inquisitive smile on his lips. I jumped up to open my window to speak to him, but he shook his head—and I quickly remembered his mother’s stupid rule which forbid us from talking. So, I got creative.
Give me a moment! I mouthed.
I expected him to ignore me and go back to what he was doing, but the guy straightened up and nodded, arching a brow.
He was intrigued.
I grabbed an old notebook and a pen and sat on my bed, scribbling a message. I wrote: “Hello! So, you’re the kid under house arrest lmao.”
When I held it up, his smile pricked. He laughed. But I couldn’t hear it. I could tell he had a dorky kind of laugh, a nasally one. The guy held up a hand for me to wait and rummaged on his desk. He quickly wrote out a message and held it up with a grin. He looked almost proud of his own message, and I couldn’t resist my own smile. I expected him to curse his mother, maybe apologise for the lack of communication.
But instead, he simply wrote: “Hello! What’s your name?” Followed by a slightly smudged smiley.
After a moment of consideration, mom’s words echoing in my mind, I thought fuck it. “Phoebe.” I said. “Yours?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Phoebe.” He responded. Which spanned multiple conversations which took up several of my notepads.
We talked about everything from school to his life at home. He had three siblings. Matilda, Freddie, and Issac. He liked to play the guitar and draw, but also apparently sucked at both. When I asked what his favourite TV show was, he looked confused for a moment before answering “All of them”. Following that odd answer, I asked if he liked Marvel, and again, he had that look again. A look of confusion.
But I knew he was trying to make a good impression. “What is Marvel?” He wrote back, this time his handwriting in a bubbly font. I could almost call his writing calligraphy. It practically danced off of the page. The Wilder boy’s strange answers made wonder if this kid had been home-schooled his whole life. He seemed way too polite. Kids were polite, sure.
There was a certain amount of respect you had to pay to your elders and parents.
But looking at this kid, I wasn’t even sure he knew what a meme was—or even the concept of a joke. He had no idea about one of the biggest movie franchise in the world, and his favourite celebrity was apparently “All of them”. In fact, he had answered “All of them” to several of my questions. His messages reminded me of my grandma’s. Still though, he was good company. Though I made it my mission to convert him into a normal teenager.
I had to guess due to constantly being home and around the same people, this kid had zero social skills. I asked him what his favourite movie was, out of the posters on the wall. He had Kill Bill, Reservoir Dogs, and Fight Club.
Again, he looked confused. His head cocked to the side, and I had to physically point to them behind him.
“All of them.” He wrote back with a smiley face.
Damn, this kid needed to see a movie which wasn’t some educational shit. I bet his mother had turned him into perfect member of society.
“What have you seen?” I couldn’t help asking him. “Like, movies, TV shows. Do you play video games?”
He shook his head before scribbling back. “What is that?”
Holy shit, this kid was completely cut off from the outside world.
I was already mentally thinking up plans to get him out of the house and to a party, or something like that. From the look of this kids face—a slightly blank if not completely innocent smile—he needed time away from home. Away from his overprotective mother’s wicked grasp.
After a while, I realised he never told me his name. I didn’t notice time go by. Almost three hours, and I’d spent most of it lecturing him on movies and TV shows he really should have known. I guessed Mrs Wilder didn’t let him watch the TV. My gaze flicked to his laptop. And I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had blocked out all social media. My notepad was full of scribbles and doodles, an attempt at copying his handwriting style. The sky was blooming into twilight outside, thick orange and cotton candy pink streaking the horizon. I have always loved a pre-twilight sky.
“What’s your name?” I wrote in marker pen, before holding up my notepad. I was running out of paper. I could hear mom downstairs preparing dinner, and I could tell from his diminishing smile Mrs Wilder was probably shouting for him to go downstairs.
He didn’t reply for a while. I watched him put the pad down, before heading over to his desk and cleaning up the paper—every trace we had been talking and dumping each response he’d given in the trash. Before he slumped onto his bed, wrote something down in several strokes, before holding it up for me to see. “Casper.” He’d written. “My name is Casper Wilder.”
For a moment, his expression changed completely. He glanced at the door, before frowning at the pad of paper in his lap.
It looked like he wanted to write more, before twisting around, his eyes widening. Someone was coming. I could tell by the look on his face.
The knot between his brows.
Casper gathered everything he’d been using to write to me, pens and pencils, scraps of paper and the backs of movie posters, and shoving them under his bed. Then he grabbed the curtains and pulled them closed, blocking me out once again. I thought he’d come back, but after standing like an idiot with an odd feeling in my gut, frowning at his curtains, I realised he was finished talking to me for the night. What I expected was that to be it. I didn’t think he’d come back. The next morning, however, he was back at his window, smiling at me through a mouthful of toothpaste. He was still in his pyjamas, unbrushed curls falling in sleepy eyes.
He looked strange without his glasses. Like his face was too bare. The more I took him in, though. Something was… different. Though I couldn’t make it out. It hit me then.
Casper wasn’t moving, staying in the same position. The night before, he had gone to and from his bed, hurrying around to grab equipment to write with. But now he was stood, looking more shadow than human. I was quick to dive for my notepad, but Casper was already holding up his own greeting with a grin. “Good morning, Phoebe! How are you feeling today?”
“Tired.” I wrote back, my writing barely comprehensible. “Do you have school?”
“YES.” He responded with an excited smile. “I’m so excited to learn! Do you have a favourite class?”
I laughed at that. And after looking confused, he copied my laugh. Which made me laugh harder.
“None of them!” I scribbled back. “School is boring!”
Casper shrugged. “I like it. I have a great tutor.”
“Really?” This time, I drew an attempt at the rolling eyes emoji. “You shouldn’t be excited for school. Weirdo.”
He curled his lip. “You’re the weirdo.” He wrote back. Casper paused, chewing on the lid of the pen, before writing, “What’s a weirdo?”
“You’re kidding!” This time, with too much vigour, I pointed to him with a laugh. “You! You’re the weirdo!”
We talked as I got ready for school, gathering all my books and homework. I was stuffing my gym clothes in my bag, when I noticed something was on the ground behind Casper. Looking closer, it looked like a chord. Like a long cable sort of thing. I thought it was for a games console, but then I remembered he had no idea what a video game was. I didn’t question what it was for a while. We talked every night, about everything and nothing.
I told Casper about school and friends, filling up every piece of paper we had in the house, and he told me about his siblings. They were all the same age, and all enjoyed school. His brother was a piano prodigy, while his sister’s strongest subjects were math. Casper told me he felt like the odd one out being the artist of the family, and I quickly told him that creativity was the best part of a person.
He showed me his drawings. And to my confusion, and slight disgust, they were all of his mother. They were good—sure. His skills were Ivy League worthy. Perfect shading. Everything about the drawings were perfect.
But the fact that his muse was his mother—it put a weird taste in my mouth. He showed me each drawing, his smile widening with excitement. While I nodded and pretended to be impressed. Well, I was.
Though it became startlingly obvious that Casper didn’t have a choice who he drew. He didn’t draw fruit or landscapes, or even the sky. We live in a picturesque town, the perfect canvas for an artist. However, Mrs Wilder was at the centre of every single fucking drawing and painting, ink blot. Even with different styles and angles, she was always there. And Casper Wilder saw no wrong in it. He saw absolutely no fucking wrong in this woman taking control of every aspect of his life. His social life, his friends, education and hobbies.
I half expected him to grab his guitar and start singing about her through the glass. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was driving me crazy. We continued to talk through writing to each other, but soon enough the only subject was his mother. Casper asked me if I could rate a drawing he was working on. It was her. Of course it was. I ignored him, getting to my feet and holding up the sign I had written weeks before. But I was too scared to show him.
I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I had to know. I had to know several things which had been keeping me up all night
“Why are you okay with your mother controlling your life?” I asked in bold letters.
And below that: “Also… I’ve been wondering this for a while. But what is that thing behind you?”
The thing behind him was at the centre of my thoughts. I’d worked out it wasn’t a chord for a TV or a games console. Not even a laptop, or for his guitar. Not to mention it was always there. Morning and evening, even at night when I spied him getting ready for bed. This thing was always on the floor, snaked across his bed. Sometimes it was even wrapped up on his desk. I couldn’t understand the length of it. I asked friends at school, and even the internet. But my descriptions didn’t do it justice. A long, silver chord like thing which didn’t have an end.
Casper blinked at my message. Before he ducked his head and started writing before holding up his response.
“I love my mom.” He said, doodling a little heart. “She doesn’t control my life. I like that she’s in it.”
Below that, a follow up message which twisted my gut. “What do you mean? I don’t see anything, Phoebe.”
Tapping my pad with my pen, I struggled to think of a response. There was no way he couldn’t see this thing. It was pretty hard to miss. Instead of writing, I pointed behind him.
“That!” I mouthed, using my lips for the first time. It felt good to actually talk to him. Even if a window of glass separated us.
“What?” His handwriting was slipping slightly. And I noticed his hands were visibly shaking. “What can you see, Phoebe?”
This time, he stood up. I noticed something change in him, the notepad slipping off his knee. Casper turned around, scanning the room.
Before his eyes finally found the cord-thing. His smile seemed to dampen, eyes going wide, fists clenching.
“Casper?” I hurriedly wrote when he didn’t move for a while. His gaze was glued to the chord. I watched his eye follow it around the room, before his hand slowly raised, trembling fingers moving to his neck, and then the back of his head. Was there an insect? That’s what I thought. It must have been a spider, or some kind of bug which had startled him. I could only describe his expression as close to catatonic. He stood up, but then quickly slumped back down. But not like it was his choice. As if he was being dragged back down by an unseen force. Like one minute I was looking at Casper Wilder, and then I was seeing a stranger. A completely different person take over a rapidly paling face. Something snapped inside my gut when he moved forwards suddenly, his arms lunging out to close the curtains.
But that wasn’t the end of what I saw. The boy had unknowingly left a splinter, a tiny gap allowing me to glimpse. I expected him to react to whatever had freaked him out. But instead, he simply flopped back onto his bed. This time, I noticed the silver chord jolt with his movement. He was already asleep, his eyes closed. I watched him, my heart diving into my throat. There was no way he just fell asleep like that. It was too fast.
Mrs Wilder came into his room soon after. But I only got a glimpse of her because she was already striding over to the window. I ducked behind my bed, panic creeping up my spine. I expected the woman to start yelling at me through the window, but instead she simply pulled the curtains properly shut. Mrs Wilder definitely saw me. And even if she didn’t, Casper’s messages to me were still piled on his bedsheets. I was left completely in the dark, then. I stood and pressed my face against the window, fully aware that I was addicted to the mystery surrounding my neighbour.
My mind began to wonder to uncertain and scary places.
What exactly was Casper’s mother doing to him behind the curtain? I wanted to believe she was simply tucking him in and saying goodnight, but the strange chord-like thing on the ground, and how he’d reacted to noticing it—for what seemed like the first time. His change in expression, like a different person had taken over him, and that person was… scared.
Catatonic. I refused to believe Mrs Wilder was innocent. I waited for him to draw his curtains again—but he didn’t. Casper’s window stayed completely blocked for days. I stopped hearing his siblings in the yard, and after days of nothing, mom reiterated her warning to me over dinner. “No communication with the Wilder children,” she told me. “Which includes notes and letters.”
Busted.
So, Mrs Wilder knew we were talking.
I wondered if she was punishing her son for breaking the rules—and that was why he had been MIA for the last few days.
“There’s something wrong with Casper.” I worked up the courage to tell mom “The boy next door. I think Mrs Wilder is hurting him.”
“Hurting him?”
“Yeah, like…” I frowned. “I think she can make him go to sleep when she wants.” I pulled a face. “Like, hypnotism—or maybe even drugs.”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Drugs, mom.” I said. “Mrs Wilder is drugging her seventeen year old son!”
“That’s nice, honey.”
“Are you even listening to me?” I leaned across the table, stabbing the page of her book. “Mom! Casper Wilder is a total blank slate!”
“I’ve told you a thousand times. She’s protecting them,” she hummed. “You have just seen far too many crime dramas—and your generation have been poisoned by the likes of crime entrainment. Finding what you think is your own mystery must be fun, but you are reaching, baby.”
“Reaching?” I prodded my own temple. “I’m sorry, were you not listening when I told you he doesn’t even know what video games are?”
Mom was acting weird. Usually, she talked about school with me, and at least tried to engage in conversation, but she was too busy reading the book Mrs Becker has recommended her. It was like talking to a brick.
“You’re being ridiculous, Phoebe,” she turned over a page with a sigh. “I’ve spoken to his mother. She’s a lovely woman. We’re having lunch next week. I met her in the grocery store."
“What a coincidence,” I shot her a look over my phone. I was looking up child abuse helplines. “You’re suddenly best friends with the neighborhood witch when I’m caught talking to her son.” Dropping my phone for emphasis, I stood up. “If you would just listen to me—"
“That’s enough.” Mom cut me off. She finished her coffee, grabbing her jacket from where it was slung over a chair. “Stay out of trouble, okay? I’m heading back to work. I’ve left cash if you want to order pizza. You have other interests, alright? Please. Leave Mrs Wilder alone. This obsession you have with her kids is unhealthy. Why don't you stick to fiction, hm?"
Yeah, no.
As soon as she was gone, I sprinted to my room to see if Casper’s curtains were open. To my dismay, though. They weren’t.
Frustrated, I yanked mine shut too.
Slumping onto my bed, I continued looking up helplines. I got bored soon after and started googling chords and wires which fit the description of what I’d seen.
There was a match, though it was on a weird medical website which looked like it had been made in 2005. The interface was outdated, and according to the description, it was some kind of clamping device. There were a lot of words I didn’t know, and after further googling, I was getting increasingly more confused. Until my gaze flicked to a section at the bottom of the page. According to whoever wrote it, the chord in question was experimental. There weren’t many in circulation, but it was mainly used in medical centres such as specialist surgeries and hospitals. When I scrolled down, there was a diagram which showed a long chord-like thing labelled as “The body” and a sharp looking needle. Something warm crept up my throat and I sat up, frowning at the screen. Was that it? Was that thing the end?
And what did this thing even connect to?
A sudden THUD made me almost jump out of my skin. I slid off my bed.
THUD.
It was coming from my window. My curtains were still shut, blowing in the slight breeze. Slowly, I made my way over, my spine tingling.
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
The first thing I saw was red. Bright, intense scarlet spattering the Wilder boy's window. Then I glimpsed Casper. He was slamming his face into the glass, over and over again, his already bleeding nose exploding with more red. But it wasn't the boy I knew. The kid I had gotten to know over the last few months. No. This kid was a mess of torn up clothes, bruises yellowing his eyes and scratches sliced into his flesh. My first thought was his mom. She must have done this to him. But then my gaze was finding his bloodied nails, and claw marks on his arms and cheeks. There was something white wrapped around his head, a bandage.
I could glimpse red leaking through, smudging clinical white and pooling down his temples in sharp rivulets. Casper's eyes were an enigma in themselves, a mixture of fear and confusion, and almost feral look of anger and frustration. But the twitch in his lip and between his brow, was evident that something was fighting that.
Emotions and feelings he wasn't feeling himself.
It was like looking at two different guys. One was Casper, the artist who lived next door, who ended every message with a smiley. While this twisted other self, a self which was broken out and was feral in his expression, was a whole other person. I started to realise the more I looked at him, at the mess of flesh and blood caught between his nails, and his trembling hands every so often creeping to the back of his skull before jolting and coming back to curl into fists, battering the window--- he had clawed into his own head.
Immediately, I reached for my phone. But he already knew what I was going to do.
“No!” He mouthed, shaking his head—so I grabbed my notepad. I could barely write.
“What’s going on?” I held up my pad. “Are you okay? You’re fucking bleeding!”
Instead of using a pen and paper, Casper squinted, blinking rapidly. His handwriting was different, a manic scrawl, as he wrote in the explosion of blood on the window.
When he twisted around, his gaze going to the door, the breath caught in my throat. Someone was yelling his name. I could tell by his reaction. His bloodied fingers clawed at his face and hair, at bald patches and rugged stitches lining his scalp and the back of his skull. They kept going, a narrow line of stitches all the way down his neck, and presumably his spine.
My thoughts flashed back to the equipment I’d been looking up. This kind of thing was designed to bury into the brain and spinal cord. I looked for it, but the thing was nowhere to be seen on him. It was no longer on the floor. Casper struggled to write coherently. I notice he kept swearing, his finger smudging the words he was trying to write. This was more like it, I thought. This was the kind of boy I had expected to be the kid next door. “Fuck.” He shook his head, his movements erratic as one hand went to the back of his head and came back slick with glistening red.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
He slammed his fists into the window in frustration, but I was already seeing his message start to blossom and make sense.
“WHO.”
Casper was crying. I could see that he could barely breathe, struggling to inhale, swiping at his eyes with smudged fists.
“AM.”
“I?”
I started to back away, but he continued. When he’d finished, he wrote it again and again, growing more and more fraught.
I jumped when he slammed his head into the glass of the window again. At first a part of me thought he was using his blood for paint.
So he was intentionally hurting himself to draw more.
But his words spelled it out for me in black and white.
Who am I? He wrote. WHO AM I? WHO AM I WHO AM I? WHO AM I?
This time I could barely even read my own handwriting. I held up a scrap of paper.
“DID YOUR MOM HURT YOU?”
I gestured to the bandage on his head, and he stumbled back, wild eyes searching for something to write with.
“THAT WOMAN.” He scribbled in block capitals.
“THAT WOMAN IS NOT MY FUCKING MOM.” He wrote, before he dropped to his knees. He was still writing but failing to show me.
I don’t know who I am.
He wrote the same thing 12 times, before tearing up the paper and burying his head in his lap.
I gave up writing messages.
“Casper!” I shouted.
Then I threw a rock at his window, and he lifted his head, blinking rapidly.
Gesturing for him to open up his window, he struggled with the latch for a moment before pulling it open.
I stuck my head out of my own window, cold air hitting me in the face. “I’m going to help you.” I managed to choke out. “Hold on, okay?”
Casper clawed at his face. "Help me." His voice was a sharp hiss. "Please help me. I don't know who I..." His fingernails ripped into the flesh of his cheeks, but he barely seemed to feel it, to be fazed. They kept going, digging into layer after layer. "I don't know who I am." He jumped up suddenly trashing his desk and throwing his laptop against the wall. He reminded me of a child having a tantrum. In this case though, it was more than acting out. I was sure that Casper Wilder didn’t exist. "I don't know who I am. I don't know... fuck... I don't know who I am!”
His eyes found mine, and I could have sworn I saw something there, buried deep, deep inside his pupil.
He blinked, and it was gone.
“You need to tell me what she’s done to you.” I said stiffly. “Tell me what she’s done to your head.”
Casper was only growing progressively more frenzied. Animalistic. He came back to the window, slamming his fists into it. Then his head. Again and again. Like he was trying to knock himself out. "Help me. I can't remember... I can't remember who I am. I just know.. I know her.”
His lips suddenly twisted into a startling grin.
“Mom.” He whispered, his expression softening. “My mom.” His gaze flicked to the desk. “She won’t like that I’ve… I’ve made a mess.”
“Your mom did this.” I gritted out. “I’m calling the cops.”
His expression was scaring me. Whatever was in his eye was scaring me. But this boy needed help. He needed to be taken out of that house.
"No." Casper sobered up. "No, my mom... my mommy said... she said no police." His eyes widened suddenly, seemingly noticing the mess of the window for the first time. “Oh, no.” Casper stumbled back. “I should… I should clean this. Before my mom sees what a mess I made.”
His door opened, and another head poked through.
Another guy. I figured it was one of his brothers. Freddie, or Issac. He too had a bandage wrapped around his head.
His brother’s eyes found the blood spatters, and then me. Like his mother, he strode over to the window, shutting the curtains.
But I could still hear it.
A mechanical whirring noise, followed by Casper’s sharp breath and the sickly crunch of metal protruding through blood and bone.
That was it.
“Mom!” I yelled. I’d heard her come back earlier. She must have finished work early.
I stumbled downstairs to tell her to call the cops, but a shadow was already looming behind the corner. Before I knew what was happening, a wet rag stinking of pool cleaner was being pressed over my mouth and nose.
I don’t remember passing out. When I woke up, I was lying on my mom’s couch. It was dark outside, but the curtains were open. My foggy thoughts drunk in slithers of moon poking from between the clouds before registering I wasn’t alone. Sitting up, my stomach galloped. There was no sign of mom. But I recognised each of the faces surrounding me. Mrs Becker was sitting with her legs crossed, delicately sipping from a cup. And next to her, wearing a smug smile, was Mrs Wilder. She wasn’t looking at me. Instead, her eyes were lovingly glued to something which had been built over mom’s coffee table. It was made completely out of paper. The scraps of paper I had been using to talk to her son. Though there weren’t just my messages. I glimpsed Casper’s writing too. It was a house. I was staring at a perfect paper rendition of the Wilder house. And next to it stood four little paper dolls.
There were no faces. No expressions. Just four dolls. Two boys, and two girls.
Though in her lap were more. Mrs Wilder’s nimble fingers were working to make more of them. They filled her lap differing in sizes.
“Phoebe, is it?”
Her voice was smooth like chocolate. I could almost mistake it for kindness.
I nodded, my heart in my throat. I was watching her create another doll. She folded a piece of paper in half, cut it in two, and started to fold sections, bringing the doll-form to life. This one, unlike the other, did have attention put into it. She had even added the birth mark on my right temple, following that, colouring in my dark blonde hair, and finishing with my jean jacket. Mrs Wilder didn’t have to spell it out for me. When she got to the doll’s head, she shocked me, by tearing it off. Then she ripped off its arms and legs and tearing its torso in half.
Mrs Wilder straightened up. “Phoebe, are you aware of a mother’s instinct?”
I couldn’t reply. Instead, I was staring at the paper-doll she had set alight. I watched smouldering orange rip into it, before she put the fire out, dropping the blackened paper doll on the carpet. For just a brief second, I could have sworn the hem of my jacket had also caught alight. Just a single flash of orange. But maybe I was seeing things. “I was pregnant with four beautiful children,” she said softly. “As soon as I found out, I had already named them.” Her smile was dreamy. Melancholic. “Freddie. My little Freddie. He kicked quite a lot. Oh, and Matilda. She and her twin were quite the pair, I must say. Swiftly draining me of my energy so I had to take medication.” Mrs Wilder chuckled.
“And finally, Casper. Named after my favourite movie. I loved him with all of my heart. He was my little fighter.” She quickly lost her smile, her gaze flicking to me. “I hope you understand that if you talk to, or even the breathe the same air as my children again, I will rip you apart too.”
Mrs Wilder never raised her voice. She didn’t need to. I was terrified of her.
She held up my doll for emphasis, before throwing it in the paper dollhouse. “Or… perhaps you could become another daughter of mine, hmm?” I couldn’t move, my body paralysed when she leaned over me, cruel eyes drinking me in. “Maybe not.” She hummed. “I only take the dead or dying.” Straightening up, she sighed. “It’s not a hard task, Phoebe. Keep away from my children and I will keep away from you.”
The two of them left after that, leaving me unable to move. To breathe. They took the dollhouse. All of the paper. Even my own doll.
Casper has been unreachable since. Mom has hardly been at home—and I’m starting to lose my mind.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who or what Mrs Wilder is, but I’m afraid she’s going to keep adding to her collection.
Whoever those kids are, they’re not hers. I think she’s taken them. She’s using them as canvases. Dolls. For what she’s lost.
Am I next?

I do not use reddit often but I thought I must share this story because it happened to me and it is a very spooky (spoopy lol) story. Last year I moved to a new school and at first it was any other school I was in band and found a bunch of my fellow friends to share times and stories with to each other. A few months in to the school year (or semester) something very weird happened to me and the school and nothing was ever the same after.
Basically the story starts when a new kid showed up who was really weird. He said his name was Stephen S. and if you did not say the S he got mad at you because he said it is his name. Whatever. He also was very tall and wore a suit every single day which was weird because I always wore shirts t -shirts such as pool hall merch. His face was also always covered by a mask because we thought he was very shy the face was a scary hyperrealistic smiling face with extreme facial features such as a big open smile and spikey teeth but he talked to us normal.
Every day he got less and less normal but I was his friend because even though he was very weird he, reminded me of myself because he was a sort of popular loner where everyone loved to talk to him but at home, he went home and didn’t have friends or a girlfriend. I have had girlfriends before but they never have been for very long because I’m a popular loner so I saw myself in Stephen S.
At first we talked about our classes and memes that we liked but over time he got less and less normal because he would talk about how much he wanted to protect the forest and how he wanted to demolish people too. I was worried but because he was a lot like me I also felt this way sometimes so I would tell him I felt the same way when I really didn’t because I did not want to get on Stephen S.’s bad side because I know what men with nothing to lose are capable of.
One day he finally told me how his dad and mom and his entire family are going to protect the whole forest and the Earth and demolish every single human ever to exist. I said holy shit because this might be the craziest thing ever it felt like I was in a movie but then Stephen S. told me he wanted to protect me because he thought I was a lot like him and he saw himself in me which we both agreed. He was going to protect me by bringing me to his home in the forest where I would be safe from the Demolition.
On the day that the Demolition was going to happen it was really just like any other day except it was much darker and the sky was also the same color as blood and guts and it rained hyperrealistic blood which scared my friends at school but I wasn’t scared because it takes a lot more than that to scare me. When the school ended Stephen S. walked up to me and told me we needed to go to his home right now and I agreed and so we went to the forest but I had to put on a mask he said because I needed to blend in. So that’s why he has that mask on…
We walked for a long time in the forest until we approached and walked into a house that was about the same size as my house but a bit smaller. It looked like any other house but it was all the way out in the middle of the forest. Why did Stephen S. even live here and did he seriously walk to school and back every single day? Before we walked inside the house Stephen S. turned to me and told me how he needed to tell his family about me and if he didn’t I would be demolished so we agreed and I waited and began to get a little scared.
He came back outside and with him I think his dad came outside too because he was super tall a lot like Stephen S. but with a suit on and also wearing a mask with a creepy smiling face on it but I said hi to him. They let me come inside to protect me from the Demolition and inside I saw two more people both tall and with suits on and wearing masks with scary faces with hyperrealistic stains and stitches on them. They said they were Stephen S. mom and sister, and I also saw Stephen S. baby.
After I saw the whole family Stephen S. told me he had something to show me so we went to his room and when I went to his room he took off his mask and under his mask it looked like he was wearing another mask except he wasn’t he had short brown hair but no face at all he had no eyes or nose or mouth or ears either and it was really strange but again I didn’t want to get on his bad side and a part of me was almost thinking it was cool because of how he was able to do that.
He began to tell me about how he is actually not named Stephen S. or rather that that is only part of his name his full name is Stephen Slenderboy Slender and this is his name because he is actually half Slender and half boy. I kind of had no idea how to react because how the sugar honey ice tea do you respond to that so I just said so your whole family is Slenders? And you are Slenderboy? Does this mean the stories of Slenders protecting the woods is true? Jeez.
He said yes to all of the questions and he also told me he can not fit in either with humans or Slenders because he is too human for Slenders and too humanic for humans and he’s been so lonely he always thinks about dying because he has no friends except for me. I then hugged him because I could tell we both needed it and it was a little hard to try not to cry because I felt like I had a connection with Stephen even if he was a Slender and it felt like I was hugging myself but we couldn’t hug for too long because I heard yells from downstairs the Demolition starts soon I must hide.
I went in to the closet and everyone in the family left except for Stephen S. sister and baby. And after a few minutes of being alone I heard the ground shake a lot and I could not even stand up without falling because the ground shook so much. Also the sky went from red to even darker red which reminded me of darkness and I could not even sit in the closet anymore because the red sky hurt me eyes so I ran to the first room where the living room and kitchen are and saw Stephen S. sister on the couch. She did not have a mask on and her face also had no face on it and her hair was long and blond and even if she did not have a face or was a Slender I still thought she was pretty.
I sat down next to Stephen S. sister and we talked for a while she told me to just call her Slendersister because that was her second name just like Stephen S. name is Stephen Slenderboy Slender and her voice was also very pretty but she didn’t even have a mouth I did not mind that. She said she is also very old over a hundred years old because Slenders like her live that long. She did not even look old she looked as old as me or a little bit older even thought she was actually hundreds of years old. I felt like kissing her but because she is a Slender I was scared so I didn’t but I really wanted to but then the family came back to the house.
Before they walked inside the house I hid in the closet again and wasn’t wearing the mask anymore and Stephen S. told me that all humanity was now demolished and destroyed. I didn’t even care at this point about any of the other people because they pushed me away just like they destroy the forests and before I even knew it I sounded a lot like Stephen S. He told me about his family more and how tormented Slenders are and I never even thought about it because Slenders were always really scary to me but they really are just like me or you or anyone else.
I told Stephen S. that Slendersister is very pretty and he told me to watch my mouth because he is in a crush with her too and there can only be one and he is there can not be two people dating Slendersister at the same time. I told him that even though I see myself in him I love Slendersister so much I can’t hold it in anymore and he said fine about that let us battle to the death the final demolition until all humanity is destroyed he then turned into a beast with many arms and static covers my eyeballs but nothing happened he could not kill me he staggered back and said what are you doing? I looked up at him because I didn’t die to his Slender tricks and I realized what happened. I was actually half Slender myself.
No person could survive a Slender trick but a Slender could survive so if I survived then I have to be half Slender which makes since because I was just like Stephen Slenderboy Slender and also was a popular loner and was too Slender for humans and too humanic for Slenders. It all made sense now I said as I smiled and took aim at Stephen S. for the final time. He started telling me brother put down your arms but I could not even destroy him because he was like a brother to me now.
Stephen S. said he would let me use Slendersister and be a part of his family because he was like a brother to me now and we shook hands and I told him well played, my friend. At the same time all of the family rushed in asking what happened oh I told them we made a deal and I am half Slender half boy myself. They said they knew the whole time and the reason I wasn’t demolished was because of this because they knew what I went through and how much I wanted to protect the forest. They told me that they needed many more Slenders because humans were all demolished so I got Slendersister and she told me she loved me and that she loved Stephen Slenderboy Slender too but he can only love her too sometimes.
There is more to this story this is only as much as I can share now because the Slenders are wiped out humanity from the face of the Earth.

I do not use reddit often but I thought I must share this story because it happened to me and it is a very spooky (spoopy lol) story. Last year I moved to a new school and at first it was any other school I was in band and found a bunch of my fellow friends to share times and stories with to each other. A few months in to the school year (or semester) something very weird happened to me and the school and nothing was ever the same after.
Basically the story starts when a new kid showed up who was really weird. He said his name was Stephen S. and if you did not say the S he got mad at you because he said it is his name. Whatever. He also was very tall and wore a suit every single day which was weird because I always wore shirts t -shirts such as pool hall merch. His face was also always covered by a mask because we thought he was very shy the face was a scary hyperrealistic smiling face with extreme facial features such as a big open smile and spikey teeth but he talked to us normal.
Every day he got less and less normal but I was his friend because even though he was very weird he, reminded me of myself because he was a sort of popular loner where everyone loved to talk to him but at home, he went home and didn’t have friends or a girlfriend. I have had girlfriends before but they never have been for very long because I’m a popular loner so I saw myself in Stephen S.
At first we talked about our classes and memes that we liked but over time he got less and less normal because he would talk about how much he wanted to protect the forest and how he wanted to demolish people too. I was worried but because he was a lot like me I also felt this way sometimes so I would tell him I felt the same way when I really didn’t because I did not want to get on Stephen S.’s bad side because I know what men with nothing to lose are capable of.
One day he finally told me how his dad and mom and his entire family are going to protect the whole forest and the Earth and demolish every single human ever to exist. I said holy shit because this might be the craziest thing ever it felt like I was in a movie but then Stephen S. told me he wanted to protect me because he thought I was a lot like him and he saw himself in me which we both agreed. He was going to protect me by bringing me to his home in the forest where I would be safe from the Demolition.
On the day that the Demolition was going to happen it was really just like any other day except it was much darker and the sky was also the same color as blood and guts and it rained hyperrealistic blood which scared my friends at school but I wasn’t scared because it takes a lot more than that to scare me. When the school ended Stephen S. walked up to me and told me we needed to go to his home right now and I agreed and so we went to the forest but I had to put on a mask he said because I needed to blend in. So that’s why he has that mask on…
We walked for a long time in the forest until we approached and walked into a house that was about the same size as my house but a bit smaller. It looked like any other house but it was all the way out in the middle of the forest. Why did Stephen S. even live here and did he seriously walk to school and back every single day? Before we walked inside the house Stephen S. turned to me and told me how he needed to tell his family about me and if he didn’t I would be demolished so we agreed and I waited and began to get a little scared.
He came back outside and with him I think his dad came outside too because he was super tall a lot like Stephen S. but with a suit on and also wearing a mask with a creepy smiling face on it but I said hi to him. They let me come inside to protect me from the Demolition and inside I saw two more people both tall and with suits on and wearing masks with scary faces with hyperrealistic stains and stitches on them. They said they were Stephen S. mom and sister, and I also saw Stephen S. baby.
After I saw the whole family Stephen S. told me he had something to show me so we went to his room and when I went to his room he took off his mask and under his mask it looked like he was wearing another mask except he wasn’t he had short brown hair but no face at all he had no eyes or nose or mouth or ears either and it was really strange but again I didn’t want to get on his bad side and a part of me was almost thinking it was cool because of how he was able to do that.
He began to tell me about how he is actually not named Stephen S. or rather that that is only part of his name his full name is Stephen Slenderboy Slender and this is his name because he is actually half Slender and half boy. I kind of had no idea how to react because how the sugar honey ice tea do you respond to that so I just said so your whole family is Slenders? And you are Slenderboy? Does this mean the stories of Slenders protecting the woods is true? Jeez.
He said yes to all of the questions and he also told me he can not fit in either with humans or Slenders because he is too human for Slenders and too humanic for humans and he’s been so lonely he always thinks about dying because he has no friends except for me. I then hugged him because I could tell we both needed it and it was a little hard to try not to cry because I felt like I had a connection with Stephen even if he was a Slender and it felt like I was hugging myself but we couldn’t hug for too long because I heard yells from downstairs the Demolition starts soon I must hide.
I went in to the closet and everyone in the family left except for Stephen S. sister and baby. And after a few minutes of being alone I heard the ground shake a lot and I could not even stand up without falling because the ground shook so much. Also the sky went from red to even darker red which reminded me of darkness and I could not even sit in the closet anymore because the red sky hurt me eyes so I ran to the first room where the living room and kitchen are and saw Stephen S. sister on the couch. She did not have a mask on and her face also had no face on it and her hair was long and blond and even if she did not have a face or was a Slender I still thought she was pretty.
I sat down next to Stephen S. sister and we talked for a while she told me to just call her Slendersister because that was her second name just like Stephen S. name is Stephen Slenderboy Slender and her voice was also very pretty but she didn’t even have a mouth I did not mind that. She said she is also very old over a hundred years old because Slenders like her live that long. She did not even look old she looked as old as me or a little bit older even thought she was actually hundreds of years old. I felt like kissing her but because she is a Slender I was scared so I didn’t but I really wanted to but then the family came back to the house.
Before they walked inside the house I hid in the closet again and wasn’t wearing the mask anymore and Stephen S. told me that all humanity was now demolished and destroyed. I didn’t even care at this point about any of the other people because they pushed me away just like they destroy the forests and before I even knew it I sounded a lot like Stephen S. He told me about his family more and how tormented Slenders are and I never even thought about it because Slenders were always really scary to me but they really are just like me or you or anyone else.
I told Stephen S. that Slendersister is very pretty and he told me to watch my mouth because he is in a crush with her too and there can only be one and he is there can not be two people dating Slendersister at the same time. I told him that even though I see myself in him I love Slendersister so much I can’t hold it in anymore and he said fine about that let us battle to the death the final demolition until all humanity is destroyed he then turned into a beast with many arms and static covers my eyeballs but nothing happened he could not kill me he staggered back and said what are you doing? I looked up at him because I didn’t die to his Slender tricks and I realized what happened. I was actually half Slender myself.
No person could survive a Slender trick but a Slender could survive so if I survived then I have to be half Slender which makes since because I was just like Stephen Slenderboy Slender and also was a popular loner and was too Slender for humans and too humanic for Slenders. It all made sense now I said as I smiled and took aim at Stephen S. for the final time. He started telling me brother put down your arms but I could not even destroy him because he was like a brother to me now.
Stephen S. said he would let me use Slendersister and be a part of his family because he was like a brother to me now and we shook hands and I told him well played, my friend. At the same time all of the family rushed in asking what happened oh I told them we made a deal and I am half Slender half boy myself. They said they knew the whole time and the reason I wasn’t demolished was because of this because they knew what I went through and how much I wanted to protect the forest. They told me that they needed many more Slenders because humans were all demolished so I got Slendersister and she told me she loved me and that she loved Stephen Slenderboy Slender too but he can only love her too sometimes.
There is more to this story this is only as much as I can share now because the Slenders are wiped out humanity from the face of the Earth.

I do not use reddit often but I thought I must share this story because it happened to me and it is a very spooky (spoopy lol) story. Last year I moved to a new school and at first it was any other school I was in band and found a bunch of my fellow friends to share times and stories with to each other. A few months in to the school year (or semester) something very weird happened to me and the school and nothing was ever the same after.
Basically the story starts when a new kid showed up who was really weird. He said his name was Stephen S. and if you did not say the S he got mad at you because he said it is his name. Whatever. He also was very tall and wore a suit every single day which was weird because I always wore shirts t -shirts such as pool hall merch. His face was also always covered by a mask because we thought he was very shy the face was a scary hyperrealistic smiling face with extreme facial features such as a big open smile and spikey teeth but he talked to us normal.
Every day he got less and less normal but I was his friend because even though he was very weird he, reminded me of myself because he was a sort of popular loner where everyone loved to talk to him but at home, he went home and didn’t have friends or a girlfriend. I have had girlfriends before but they never have been for very long because I’m a popular loner so I saw myself in Stephen S.
At first we talked about our classes and memes that we liked but over time he got less and less normal because he would talk about how much he wanted to protect the forest and how he wanted to demolish people too. I was worried but because he was a lot like me I also felt this way sometimes so I would tell him I felt the same way when I really didn’t because I did not want to get on Stephen S.’s bad side because I know what men with nothing to lose are capable of.
One day he finally told me how his dad and mom and his entire family are going to protect the whole forest and the Earth and demolish every single human ever to exist. I said holy shit because this might be the craziest thing ever it felt like I was in a movie but then Stephen S. told me he wanted to protect me because he thought I was a lot like him and he saw himself in me which we both agreed. He was going to protect me by bringing me to his home in the forest where I would be safe from the Demolition.
On the day that the Demolition was going to happen it was really just like any other day except it was much darker and the sky was also the same color as blood and guts and it rained hyperrealistic blood which scared my friends at school but I wasn’t scared because it takes a lot more than that to scare me. When the school ended Stephen S. walked up to me and told me we needed to go to his home right now and I agreed and so we went to the forest but I had to put on a mask he said because I needed to blend in. So that’s why he has that mask on…
We walked for a long time in the forest until we approached and walked into a house that was about the same size as my house but a bit smaller. It looked like any other house but it was all the way out in the middle of the forest. Why did Stephen S. even live here and did he seriously walk to school and back every single day? Before we walked inside the house Stephen S. turned to me and told me how he needed to tell his family about me and if he didn’t I would be demolished so we agreed and I waited and began to get a little scared.
He came back outside and with him I think his dad came outside too because he was super tall a lot like Stephen S. but with a suit on and also wearing a mask with a creepy smiling face on it but I said hi to him. They let me come inside to protect me from the Demolition and inside I saw two more people both tall and with suits on and wearing masks with scary faces with hyperrealistic stains and stitches on them. They said they were Stephen S. mom and sister, and I also saw Stephen S. baby.
After I saw the whole family Stephen S. told me he had something to show me so we went to his room and when I went to his room he took off his mask and under his mask it looked like he was wearing another mask except he wasn’t he had short brown hair but no face at all he had no eyes or nose or mouth or ears either and it was really strange but again I didn’t want to get on his bad side and a part of me was almost thinking it was cool because of how he was able to do that.
He began to tell me about how he is actually not named Stephen S. or rather that that is only part of his name his full name is Stephen Slenderboy Slender and this is his name because he is actually half Slender and half boy. I kind of had no idea how to react because how the sugar honey ice tea do you respond to that so I just said so your whole family is Slenders? And you are Slenderboy? Does this mean the stories of Slenders protecting the woods is true? Jeez.
He said yes to all of the questions and he also told me he can not fit in either with humans or Slenders because he is too human for Slenders and too humanic for humans and he’s been so lonely he always thinks about dying because he has no friends except for me. I then hugged him because I could tell we both needed it and it was a little hard to try not to cry because I felt like I had a connection with Stephen even if he was a Slender and it felt like I was hugging myself but we couldn’t hug for too long because I heard yells from downstairs the Demolition starts soon I must hide.
I went in to the closet and everyone in the family left except for Stephen S. sister and baby. And after a few minutes of being alone I heard the ground shake a lot and I could not even stand up without falling because the ground shook so much. Also the sky went from red to even darker red which reminded me of darkness and I could not even sit in the closet anymore because the red sky hurt me eyes so I ran to the first room where the living room and kitchen are and saw Stephen S. sister on the couch. She did not have a mask on and her face also had no face on it and her hair was long and blond and even if she did not have a face or was a Slender I still thought she was pretty.
I sat down next to Stephen S. sister and we talked for a while she told me to just call her Slendersister because that was her second name just like Stephen S. name is Stephen Slenderboy Slender and her voice was also very pretty but she didn’t even have a mouth I did not mind that. She said she is also very old over a hundred years old because Slenders like her live that long. She did not even look old she looked as old as me or a little bit older even thought she was actually hundreds of years old. I felt like kissing her but because she is a Slender I was scared so I didn’t but I really wanted to but then the family came back to the house.
Before they walked inside the house I hid in the closet again and wasn’t wearing the mask anymore and Stephen S. told me that all humanity was now demolished and destroyed. I didn’t even care at this point about any of the other people because they pushed me away just like they destroy the forests and before I even knew it I sounded a lot like Stephen S. He told me about his family more and how tormented Slenders are and I never even thought about it because Slenders were always really scary to me but they really are just like me or you or anyone else.
I told Stephen S. that Slendersister is very pretty and he told me to watch my mouth because he is in a crush with her too and there can only be one and he is there can not be two people dating Slendersister at the same time. I told him that even though I see myself in him I love Slendersister so much I can’t hold it in anymore and he said fine about that let us battle to the death the final demolition until all humanity is destroyed he then turned into a beast with many arms and static covers my eyeballs but nothing happened he could not kill me he staggered back and said what are you doing? I looked up at him because I didn’t die to his Slender tricks and I realized what happened. I was actually half Slender myself.
No person could survive a Slender trick but a Slender could survive so if I survived then I have to be half Slender which makes since because I was just like Stephen Slenderboy Slender and also was a popular loner and was too Slender for humans and too humanic for Slenders. It all made sense now I said as I smiled and took aim at Stephen S. for the final time. He started telling me brother put down your arms but I could not even destroy him because he was like a brother to me now.
Stephen S. said he would let me use Slendersister and be a part of his family because he was like a brother to me now and we shook hands and I told him well played, my friend. At the same time all of the family rushed in asking what happened oh I told them we made a deal and I am half Slender half boy myself. They said they knew the whole time and the reason I wasn’t demolished was because of this because they knew what I went through and how much I wanted to protect the forest. They told me that they needed many more Slenders because humans were all demolished so I got Slendersister and she told me she loved me and that she loved Stephen Slenderboy Slender too but he can only love her too sometimes.
There is more to this story this is only as much as I can share now because the Slenders are wiped out humanity from the face of the Earth.

I do not use reddit often but I thought I must share this story because it happened to me and it is a very spooky (spoopy lol) story. Last year I moved to a new school and at first it was any other school I was in band and found a bunch of my fellow friends to share times and stories with to each other. A few months in to the school year (or semester) something very weird happened to me and the school and nothing was ever the same after.
Basically the story starts when a new kid showed up who was really weird. He said his name was Stephen S. and if you did not say the S he got mad at you because he said it is his name. Whatever. He also was very tall and wore a suit every single day which was weird because I always wore shirts t -shirts such as pool hall merch. His face was also always covered by a mask because we thought he was very shy the face was a scary hyperrealistic smiling face with extreme facial features such as a big open smile and spikey teeth but he talked to us normal.
Every day he got less and less normal but I was his friend because even though he was very weird he, reminded me of myself because he was a sort of popular loner where everyone loved to talk to him but at home, he went home and didn’t have friends or a girlfriend. I have had girlfriends before but they never have been for very long because I’m a popular loner so I saw myself in Stephen S.
At first we talked about our classes and memes that we liked but over time he got less and less normal because he would talk about how much he wanted to protect the forest and how he wanted to demolish people too. I was worried but because he was a lot like me I also felt this way sometimes so I would tell him I felt the same way when I really didn’t because I did not want to get on Stephen S.’s bad side because I know what men with nothing to lose are capable of.
One day he finally told me how his dad and mom and his entire family are going to protect the whole forest and the Earth and demolish every single human ever to exist. I said holy shit because this might be the craziest thing ever it felt like I was in a movie but then Stephen S. told me he wanted to protect me because he thought I was a lot like him and he saw himself in me which we both agreed. He was going to protect me by bringing me to his home in the forest where I would be safe from the Demolition.
On the day that the Demolition was going to happen it was really just like any other day except it was much darker and the sky was also the same color as blood and guts and it rained hyperrealistic blood which scared my friends at school but I wasn’t scared because it takes a lot more than that to scare me. When the school ended Stephen S. walked up to me and told me we needed to go to his home right now and I agreed and so we went to the forest but I had to put on a mask he said because I needed to blend in. So that’s why he has that mask on…
We walked for a long time in the forest until we approached and walked into a house that was about the same size as my house but a bit smaller. It looked like any other house but it was all the way out in the middle of the forest. Why did Stephen S. even live here and did he seriously walk to school and back every single day? Before we walked inside the house Stephen S. turned to me and told me how he needed to tell his family about me and if he didn’t I would be demolished so we agreed and I waited and began to get a little scared.
He came back outside and with him I think his dad came outside too because he was super tall a lot like Stephen S. but with a suit on and also wearing a mask with a creepy smiling face on it but I said hi to him. They let me come inside to protect me from the Demolition and inside I saw two more people both tall and with suits on and wearing masks with scary faces with hyperrealistic stains and stitches on them. They said they were Stephen S. mom and sister, and I also saw Stephen S. baby.
After I saw the whole family Stephen S. told me he had something to show me so we went to his room and when I went to his room he took off his mask and under his mask it looked like he was wearing another mask except he wasn’t he had short brown hair but no face at all he had no eyes or nose or mouth or ears either and it was really strange but again I didn’t want to get on his bad side and a part of me was almost thinking it was cool because of how he was able to do that.
He began to tell me about how he is actually not named Stephen S. or rather that that is only part of his name his full name is Stephen Slenderboy Slender and this is his name because he is actually half Slender and half boy. I kind of had no idea how to react because how the sugar honey ice tea do you respond to that so I just said so your whole family is Slenders? And you are Slenderboy? Does this mean the stories of Slenders protecting the woods is true? Jeez.
He said yes to all of the questions and he also told me he can not fit in either with humans or Slenders because he is too human for Slenders and too humanic for humans and he’s been so lonely he always thinks about dying because he has no friends except for me. I then hugged him because I could tell we both needed it and it was a little hard to try not to cry because I felt like I had a connection with Stephen even if he was a Slender and it felt like I was hugging myself but we couldn’t hug for too long because I heard yells from downstairs the Demolition starts soon I must hide.
I went in to the closet and everyone in the family left except for Stephen S. sister and baby. And after a few minutes of being alone I heard the ground shake a lot and I could not even stand up without falling because the ground shook so much. Also the sky went from red to even darker red which reminded me of darkness and I could not even sit in the closet anymore because the red sky hurt me eyes so I ran to the first room where the living room and kitchen are and saw Stephen S. sister on the couch. She did not have a mask on and her face also had no face on it and her hair was long and blond and even if she did not have a face or was a Slender I still thought she was pretty.
I sat down next to Stephen S. sister and we talked for a while she told me to just call her Slendersister because that was her second name just like Stephen S. name is Stephen Slenderboy Slender and her voice was also very pretty but she didn’t even have a mouth I did not mind that. She said she is also very old over a hundred years old because Slenders like her live that long. She did not even look old she looked as old as me or a little bit older even thought she was actually hundreds of years old. I felt like kissing her but because she is a Slender I was scared so I didn’t but I really wanted to but then the family came back to the house.
Before they walked inside the house I hid in the closet again and wasn’t wearing the mask anymore and Stephen S. told me that all humanity was now demolished and destroyed. I didn’t even care at this point about any of the other people because they pushed me away just like they destroy the forests and before I even knew it I sounded a lot like Stephen S. He told me about his family more and how tormented Slenders are and I never even thought about it because Slenders were always really scary to me but they really are just like me or you or anyone else.
I told Stephen S. that Slendersister is very pretty and he told me to watch my mouth because he is in a crush with her too and there can only be one and he is there can not be two people dating Slendersister at the same time. I told him that even though I see myself in him I love Slendersister so much I can’t hold it in anymore and he said fine about that let us battle to the death the final demolition until all humanity is destroyed he then turned into a beast with many arms and static covers my eyeballs but nothing happened he could not kill me he staggered back and said what are you doing? I looked up at him because I didn’t die to his Slender tricks and I realized what happened. I was actually half Slender myself.
No person could survive a Slender trick but a Slender could survive so if I survived then I have to be half Slender which makes since because I was just like Stephen Slenderboy Slender and also was a popular loner and was too Slender for humans and too humanic for Slenders. It all made sense now I said as I smiled and took aim at Stephen S. for the final time. He started telling me brother put down your arms but I could not even destroy him because he was like a brother to me now.
Stephen S. said he would let me use Slendersister and be a part of his family because he was like a brother to me now and we shook hands and I told him well played, my friend. At the same time all of the family rushed in asking what happened oh I told them we made a deal and I am half Slender half boy myself. They said they knew the whole time and the reason I wasn’t demolished was because of this because they knew what I went through and how much I wanted to protect the forest. They told me that they needed many more Slenders because humans were all demolished so I got Slendersister and she told me she loved me and that she loved Stephen Slenderboy Slender too but he can only love her too sometimes.
There is more to this story this is only as much as I can share now because the Slenders are wiped out humanity from the face of the Earth.

Im 16 minutes into their match on ECGTV's Youtube channel right now. To be more specific, im refering to the one uploaded March 24th.
I am utterly amazed how Bee swiped those two relics from INSIDE Beasty's base. Meanwhile, Beasty nearly wiped out Bee's fishing economy. What a game so far!!
I understand the memes celebrating these two facing off even more now.
Will update post if I am amazed again.
What are your guys' thoughts on the game?
Link: https://youtu.be/cFPcu3P1Pqs
Edit 1: omg Beasty losing all those NoBs at 30 mins 😱
Edit 2: wow what a slog to the end of the game. Seemed like Bee was on the back foot for the later half of the game! Just slowly widdled down. Beasty's cannon's were effective in gaining map control. What a match!

I do find it interesting there is no mention of Yugi Muto, Seto Kaiba, Joey Wheeler or any of the original characters during Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's. We know that Tetsu Trudge (the school bully and hall monitor from Duel Monsters) is still alive and well, so it's possible the original characters are still alive.

Lore

The High King has struggled to maintain his shaky confederation.
Following the defections of High Chief Cordin and Petty King Maroon to the Vlandians, it has become apparent that the Battanian kingdom is not the united, brotherly nation it is trying to appear to Calradia as. While High King Caladog still enjoys popular support, murmurs in the higher ranks suggest an unease with the king's attempts to centralize the kingdom.
To the north, Queen Svana of the Sturgians holds in a precarious position. Her marshal's expedition into the northern part of the empire has reaped little reward so far, and the Khuzaits are no doubt stirring after the fall of Baltakhand to a storm of Varyags. The Queen needs an enemy to rally behind, and quick.
Luckily for her, Caladog finds himself in the same bind. With the Vlandians and Imperials fighting in massive pitched battles to the south, the High King is hoping to avoid facing down the spears of southern cavalry for as long as he can. Caladog has seen his opportunity and seized it: A Battanian host is assembling at Utheliam Castle.
Receiving advance notice of the coming assault, Svana has personally rallied her men and moved them to defend the castles of Kranirog and Mazhadan. If the Battanians are hoping for a quick smash and grab, they are likely to find themselves disappointed.

In Meta Terms

Welcome to the eighth event of the Bannerlord Calradic Campaign! This event will feature the Sturgians and Battanians coming to blows in the stormy north of Calradia.
If the Battanians break through the Sturgian defense, they will take Kranirog and move to Mazhadan. if the Sturgians triumph over the Battanian assault, they will quickly take over the defenseless Utheliam and attempt to take Flintolg.
Unfamiliar with the Calradic Campaign? Have no fear! The Calradic Campaign is a casual, player driven, story based event. There are no strict rules or signups, and players of all skill levels often come! If you've never tried multiplayer, now is your best chance to experience large scale battles without the overly strict practices typically found in line battle style events.
Victories in our flagship monthly events are represented on the overall campaign map, while roleplay surrounding the events and their consequences takes place both during said events and on the community Discord. Joining the Discord allows you to communicate with your fellow faction members, trash talk others, and rise through the ranks to one day become lord of a village, castle, city, or if you're particularly successful, an entire kingdom!
To join the event, you will need our Calradic Campaign Module. This module contains all of the custom battle and siege scenes used, as well as many stability fixes and even a few balance changes to help out weaker factions (such as Aserai struggling with no medium/heavy inf)
As a general rule of thumb, the Calradic Campaign module should be the only one enabled in your launcher! If you have any crashes or issues trying to launch the game / join the server, unsubscribing and resubscribing to the module on workshop will often fix any issues.
Note to clans: While the Calradic Campaign is a public event open to all, clans will not be allowed to organize their own formations and must spread out between teams. Failure to follow these guidelines will result in suspension from the event.

Server Info

• Game: Mount and Blade II: Bannerlord
• When: Saturday, April 1st, 4:00PM EDT
• Server: Calradic_Campaign
• REQUIRED Module Download: Calradic Campaign Module
• Voice chat: Mount & Blade Community Discord

Calradic Campaign Map
Community Discord
It is highly recommended you join our community Discord, as half the fun of the persistent campaign takes place outside of events. Meet fellow Mount and Blade fans, find new friends to queue with, and make fun of Battanians together in our community of 25,000+.
Leave any question, complaints, observations, memes and faction based riffing in the comments below!

My bet is on the steel legion, all guardsmen units are trained in mechanized warfare, and despite popular meme of dkok being a ww1 army I am sure they are capable of some degree of mechanized warfare. But the SL are known for their mastery of a highly machinezed army, while dkok are only known for their static defense lines. some of you guys might argue that dkok just need to "hold the line". But how? Imagine a front line stretching so long there is no way that dkok can field sufficient enough forces to station every single defensive lines they draw. And all SL need to do is find any gaps that are the weakest and with their fast moving mechanized divisions concentrate their force to smash through the weakest link and boom, dkok is done. They get encircled by the SL and effectively useless, because their slow ass marching on foot and insisting on digging more trenches will cost them the time and elements. Kind of like how the German did to the British and French in early ww2, where they just went around all the trenches the French dug. So the one strength dkok suppose to have which is defending now gone.
What if dkok is attacking? Or trying to get a breakthrough like they get encircled by SL? Well, they also won't win against the SL, as I said dkok is a ww1 army in space they are not even motorized in most cases beside transporting to their warzone, and relies on marching on foot and horses and massed infantry charges,but the SL on the other hand don't need to defend every single position on a front line with massive amounts of units and only need to put lightly outpost to see if dkok will attack at any line and they are able to rapidly respond to any major offensive dkok attempts. They can quickly concentrate their forces to where dkok is attacking with their mechanized armed forces, while dkok just came out of their trenches, they will be facing 10 or even 20 time larger SL reinforcements that just a day ago was not there. So imo SL beat DKOK everytime.

I was on my schools subreddit making a post (I don’t remember exactly what it was), and a guy dms me and we become friends. Kind of friends. We talked on the phone normally, just texting and sending pictures or memes.
As your average college student, we both smoke the devil’s lettuce, and so he invited me over to his dorm for it. We hung out probably 5 painstaking hours because I had to wait for my high to be over before I can drive again. The thing is, the dude is so annoying. Imagine how annoying you have to be to make a high person annoyed and angry. He just kept talking and talking I barely got to speak. Every time I made a joke about something he’d reply with, “Actually it’s …. 🤓” like bro it was a fucking joke stop pulling out your stupid fact checks. No one asked.
On top of that he kept sticking his hand in the chip bag and kept munching and munching and I could see the crumbs building up in his filthy mustache. Dude and his music taste. He thinks he discovered the best music ever and puts on “Mr. Brightside” and jams out. I’m just sitting there on the edge of his bed hoping to god my high goes away so I can get the fuck out. I forgot to mention his room is literally 45°, and it’s still winter where I am. I was shivering for 5 hours and I kept asking him to turn off the air conditioning that he had on. He turns it off but the fucking air doesn’t get any warmer. So I’m stuck shivering in his room with his crumb filled mustache listening to him rave about some stupid philosophical fact like he’s some bright intellectual.
I think he notices I’m bored as fuck so do ykw he puts on?? A fucking Bo Burnham live show. Who the fuck puts that on when hanging out with someone for the first time? Like I’m forced to laugh at this crap. It was so incredibly unfunny (I hate any type of standup comedy) and, once again, he sits there laughing loudly munching on chips. And this dude is big. He’s probably 300lb and 5’11. I’m literally 110lb and 5’2, so he leaves absolutely no space on his twin sized dorm bed.
After that day he’s just creepy and clingy, and I’m 90% sure it’s because he’s a fucking loser with no friends and now ik why. He texts me every fucking day and I’ve made it so clear I don’t want to be friends. I delete all his messages. But somehow he catches me still on campus and tries to buy me pizza that I have to eat with him and try and be polite with his stupid looking clueless face.
He dms me on insta, texts me, messages me on snap, and he still does not fucking get that I find him gross and annoying and I don’t want to be friends. Like I completely regret becoming friends with this guy. He hasn’t done anything directly malicious, but his presence irks my soul. Like. Leave. Me. Alone.

I've posted a lot about this person, and I hate that he takes up so much space in my head. He struggles with mental health and substance abuse and continuously chooses it over maintaining healthy friendships/relationships. He dumped me almost a year ago after telling me he loved me and then basically admitted to my face that he manipulated me and that's "just what he does".
I went no contact for 3 months and then reached out. We reconnected and he told me how much he missed me and how often I crossed his mind and that we had a good relationship, while simultaneously telling me he was in a love triangle with two addicts, one of whom was living with him. He couldn't even commit to a hike on my birthday or basic plans with me but had this volitile person living with him. I felt worthless, unattractive and broken.
We continued to talk and hang out "as friends" and I was genuinely concerned for his health. He never admitted to me that he was using again, but as a paramedic, I could tell.
He bailed on me and started ghosting me about a month ago and I just stopped. I'm exhausted and tired. I deal with addicts at work and give so much of myself to other people to literally "save" them and I needed to walk away from him for good.
Once I stopped contact and started working on myself, he refollowed me on instagram and would send me dumb memes which I didn't respond to and liked every thing I posted. It's lazy manipulation and breadcrumbing.
I've been doing so well and I'm really trying to get my self esteem back but today is rough. I miss him for some reason and I just want to talk to him, but I know I can't. I genuinely thought he cared in some capacity to keep me in his life, but it's clear he doesn't. He doesn't want me and I have to accept that.
I'm literally crying as I'm about to put on my paramedic uniform and try to care for others in their darkest times, but I just want to be cared for, for once.

Agency Missions 1-20: Statistics

Successful Agents (First Place) ^{Numbers = Kills}

S1: ScottPirie (4)
S2: Ilikepie212_123 (0), Purpdan (3), MicrousMC (0)
S3: Silhou (2), Do_You_Minecraft (0), Vawqer (1)
S4: tuxpeng (5), Do_You_Minecraft (3)
S5: DarrenBGP (7), Ilikepie212_123 (1), Walshy (4)
S6: ShyGus (3), Apex_Twinkie (2), Silhou (0), Kidfierce (0)
S7: GlalieEnthusiast (4)
S8: Jakekub (6), Shup (6)
S9: Walshy (6), Purpdan (4), Brickty (1), MicrousMC (1), Ilikepie212_123 (0)
S10: Purpdan (5), miles1baseball (1), Brickty (0)
S11: ColdBacon (7), ThwipThwip (0)
S12: Kelawesome (5), CH0CK (1), MicrousMC (0), YellowVitt (1)
S13: sirples (4), Bobbytheturtle (1), miles1baseball (1)
S14: Arich (5), brodioh (3), MaverickMC (3), 6dayna6 (0)
S15: QuilJ1 (3), buttergolem1(0), MaverickMC (1), DarrenBGP (0)
S16: ElectriCobra (4), kecleon (5), Psykl0ne (0)
S17: Purpdan (4), flameorb (3)
S18: Bobbytheturtle (10)
S19: xMisha (5), Fost (4), Chasmic (3), ScottPirie (0), I_is_cheesecake
S20: Spacepod (7), Lefo_ (2), railgxn (2), Birble (0)

Mission Incomplete (Second Place)

S1: tuxpeng
S2: Grantonic, ShyGus, GeeSam
S3: MicrousMC, GoodGuh, Emerric
S4: jaydenVEVO, Emerric
S5: KevinMB, Shup, maximum50
S6: maximum50, jaydenVEVO, Ilikepie212_123, Nintendoshi
S7: friigiid
S8: Daffz, PaperVinnie
S9: Moles
S10: buttergolem1, Ixolock, Do_You_Minecraft
S11: sirples, Ixolock
S12: Apex_Twinkie, warriorcat, c1n, QuilJ1
S13: MBeaar, MicrousMC, ScottPirie
S14: ColdBacon, jaydenVEVO, OnlyCosmia, Ilikepie212_123
S15: MBeaar, GlalieEnthusiast, swishduck, miles1baseball, Birble
S16: Shup, Birble, MaverickMC
S17: LightningS7, GlalieEnthusiast
S18: Ilikepie212_123
S19: Emerric, flameorb, QuilJ1, LightningS7
S20: Bobbytheturtle, KOKeowner, miles1baseball, SimplySam

Missions Accepted (Seasons Played In)

20 Seasons (2): Ilikepie212_123 (S1-S20), MicrousMC (S1-S20)
19 Seasons (1): ShyGus (S1-S17, S19-S20)
18 Seasons (0):
17 Seasons (1): GlalieEnthusiast (S1-S2, S4-S13, S15, S17, S19-S20)
16 Seasons (0):
15 Seasons (0):
14 Seasons (2): Emerric (S3-S5, S7-S14, S16, S19-S20), DarrenBGP (S5-S10, S12-S17, S19-S20)
13 Seasons (1): Chasmic (S5-S6, S8-S13, S15, S17-S20),
12 Seasons (5): ScottPirie (S1-S2, S6, S8-S15, S19), ColdBacon (S6, S9-S11, S13-S20), buttergolem1 (S9-S20), flameorb (S9-S20), c1n (S2, S7-S8, S10-S15, S17, S19-S20),
11 Seasons (4): Apex_Twinkie (S6-S16), MaverickMC_ (S7-S9, S11-S19), Do_You_Minecraft (S3-S8, S10-S11, S13, S19-S20), GeeSam (S1-S4, S8-S13, S20),
10 Seasons (7): KevinMB (S1-S2, S4-S6, S8-S9, S13-S14, S16), LegoBeast (S4-S5, S7-S11, S14, S16, S20), Bacan (S9-S15, S17, S19-S20), Jakekub (S6, S8, S10-S12, S14-S16, S19-S20), CH0CK (S2-S4, S7-S9, S11-S12, S14, S20), TalonBX (S5-S9, S13, S16, S18-S20), jaydenVEVO (S3-4, S6-S7, S9, S12-S15, S20),
9 Seasons (8): tuxpeng (S1-S7, S9, S11), floobel (S1-2, S5, S11-S14, S17, S19), Shup (S5-S8, S15-S19), Bobbytheturtle (S10-S11, S13-S18, S20), Ixolock (S5-S6, S8-S13, S20), LightningS7 (S7, S9, S11-S13, S17-S20), Spacepod (S9-S10, S12-S17, S20), Brikawara (S1, S7-S11, S13, S19-S20),
8 Seasons (6): friigiid (S3-S5, S7-S9, S11, S13), PaperVinnie (S1-S3, S8-S9, S12-S13, S16), miles1baseball (S9-S10, S13-S15, S17, S18, S20), Glyphical (S12-S15, S17-S20), Kelawesome (S12-S17, S19-S20), kecleon (S13-S20),
7 Seasons (8): maximum50 (S4-S10), PhenomCloud (S5-S11), Daffz (S6-S12), warriorcat (S5-S6, S8, S10, S12, S14, S19), Purpdan (S1-S2, S9-S11, S17, S20), SiahStone (S14-S20), Brodator (S14-S20), OnlyCosmia (S8-S12, S14, S20),
6 Seasons: (10) sirples (S1-S2, S5, S9, S11, S13), ElectriCobra (S3, S10, S13-S14, S16-S17), QuilJ1 (S3, S12, S14-S16, S19), MercuryParadox (S7-S11, S20), Orcashire (S8-S11, S14, S20), Birble (S15-S20), eurasianlynx (S1, S3, S8, S10, S18, S20), Psykl0ne (S15-S20), swishduck (S5-S7, S15, S17, S20), ThePeridotKnight (S6, S8, S12, S16, S18, S20),
5 Seasons (13): Vawqer (S1-S4, S7), TheBananaMonster (S5, S7, S9-S11), poempedoempoex (S1-S2, S6, S8, S12), YellowVitt (S9-S13), Cyndic (S9-S11, S14, S16), ThwipThwip (S9-S11, S13, S17), BSBrent (S10-S13, S17), Xentian (S1, S4, S6, S10, S19), ZachAttack (S1-S4, S20), Kaismartypants (S15, S17-S20), I_is_cheesecake (S15-S18, S20), Lighte (S16-S20), KOKeowner (S10, S13, S15-S16, S20),
4 Seasons (12): Silhou (S3-S6, S9), Evader_ (S7, S9-S11), SD_UHC (S10-S12, S14), OblivionTU (S1-S2, S10, S16), 6dayna6 (S11, S13-S14, S16), netherwad (S13-S16), AttackZach (S16-S17, S19-S20), JoeyTheLink (S2-S3, S11, S20), Lefo_ (S3-S5, S20), chloesad (S16, S18-S20), Nintendoshi (S6, S8-S9, S20), Jarofcats (S12-S13, S15, S20),
3 Seasons (18): BradArmpitt (S1, S3-S4), PenguinBagels (S1-S2, S7), Topspinpiggles (S6-S8), Grantonic (S2, S6, S9), Walshy (S1, S5, S9), Kingsy_ (S2, S9-S10), Lenboy124 (S8-S10), MBeaar (S6, S13, S15), brodioh (S11, S14, S17), AcornAF (S1-S2, S18), xMisha (S13, S17, S19), 5kylord (S15, S17, S19), BatMan1814 (S16-S17, S19), Livin423 (S17-S19), Areisika (S17-S19), Potsie (S14, S16, S20), CHANGA (S17, S19-S20), Fost (S18-S20),
2.5 Seasons (1): SimplySam (S17 Ep2-S18, S20)
2 Seasons (17): Kidfierce (S5-S6), Lucityy (S8-S9), BushieHalf (S9-S10), CruelFives (S12-S13), Micale (S10, S15), OzzyOWO (S14-S15), Chocotaco622 (S14-S15), TommySX (S14, S16), Marc5M (S15-S16), Fensua (S16-S17), lewmcm (S17-S18), Sean018799 (S3, S19), dashdude (S14, S19), CrowJRC (S19-S20), Arich (S14, S20), Dawson (S19-S20), ShAydenelley (S10, S20),
1 Season (22): Chief_Trevor (S1), Maniacmagee (S1), Megahero (S1), rockonhi5 (S1), xJesterrr (S1), KaBoom (S2), Fire_Factor (S3), GoodGuh (S3), SRGamingLucas (S3), 20thPrestigeNoob (S5), NukedNukem (S5), Arod (S6), BadAnt (S8), sarostone98 (S9), PatCreeperBrown (S11), Treyasaurus (S14), Ninjajaja (S16), Coward (S17), Zevulpes (S18), zachf01 (S19), OddBaller (S19), pigghetti (S20)
Season 20 Guests // 1 Season (29): fightin_irish33, sbearbear6352, Typodestoyer, Eluniel, FazedMC, Natural44, Davelions, Sigilyph, clairegun, neonpoop, madmerrick, likean00b, Eroe, Anthonyde, zCent, Peebo, discoczibi, Fra49, Mathyy, 20Below, numdegased, WackoFlipper, MajorWoof, BibiWilson, InsertDotJpeg, Jordtim, PresidentFleb, MemeDotJpeg, Pokememes,

Assassins (Most Kills)

1st Kelawesome (29): ThePeridotKnight (S12), LightningS7(S12), warriorcat (S12), floobel (S12), Apex_Twinkie (S12-S13), ShyGus (S13), 6dayna6 (S13), MaverickMC (S13), Do_You_Minecraft (S13), Orcashire (S14), netherwad (S14), Bobbytheturtle (S14), warriorcat (S14), Chocotaco622 (S15), Spacepod (S15), netherwad (S15), ShyGus (S16), 6dayna6 (S16), Livin423 (S17), ColdBacon (S17), Kaismartypants (S19), Jakekub (S19), glypper (S19), DareDevilDawson (S19), 5hup (S19), PresidentFleb (S20), SiahStone (S20), KOKeowner (S20)
2nd swishduck (24): Jakekub (S6), KevinMB (S6), GlalieEnthusiast (S6) Vawqer (S7), Shup (S7), MaverickMC_ (S7), maximum50 (S7), DarrenBGP (S7), Kaismartypants (S15), ScottPirie (S15), MicrousMC (S15), Glyphical (S15), Psykl0ne (S15), 5kylord (S17), Fra49 (S20), discoczibi (S20), ShAydenelley (S20), GeeSam (S20), Sigilyph (S20), DarrenBGP (S20), OnlyCosmia (S20), Nintendoshi (S20), Ilikepie212_123 (S20), Glyphical (S20), Bacan (S20)
3rd ColdBacon (22): Ixolock (S6), Ilikepie212_123 (S6), GeeSam (S9), BushieHalf (S10), Apex_Twinkie (S10), YellowVitt (S10), Ilikepie212_123 (S11), BSBrent (S11), Do_You_Minecraft (S11), TheBananaMonster (S11), Cyndic (S11), Bobbytheturtle (S11), sirples (S11), floobel (S13), Apex_Twinkie (S14), flameorb (S15), LegoBeast^Teamkill (S16), Birble (S16), buttergolem1 (S17), Birble (S18), Ixolock (S20), likean00b (S20)
3rd Apex_Twinkie (22): TalonBX (S6), ColdBacon (S6), MercuryParadox (S7), CH0CK (S7), LegoBeast (S7), Daffz (S10), OnlyCosmia (S10), friigiid (S11), ShyGus (S12), jaydenVEVO (S12), Jarofcats (S12), SD_UHC (S12), PaperVinnie (S12), CH0CK (S12), Ixolock (S12), CruelFives (S13), kecleon (S13), SD_UHC (S14), QuilJ1 (S14), Chocotaco622 (S14), Jarofcats (S15), ShyGus (S15)
4th DarrenBGP (21): 20thPrestigeNoob (S5), GlalieEnthusiast (S5), Chasmic (S5), ShyGus (S5), PhenomCloud (S5), sir_please_stahp (S5), maximum50 (S5), Xentian (S6), MicrousMC (S7), TheBananaMonster (S7), tuxpeng (S9), GlalieEnthusiast (S9), Ixolock (S10), Jakekub (S12), c1n (S13), Kelawesome (S13), TommySX (S16), Bobbytheturtle (S16), Livin423 (S19), AttackZach (S19), GlalieEnthusiast^Teamkill (S19)
4th Purpdan (21): Megahero (S1), JoeyTheLink (S2), ShyGus (S2, S11), LethalWinter (S2), ColdBacon (S9), Evader22 (S9-S10), CH0CK (S9), Grantonic (S9), Ilikepie212_123 (S10), Cyndic (S10), DarrenBGP (S10), buttergolem1 (S10), ScottPirie (S11), LightningS7 (S11), ShyGus (S11), Bacan (S11), Bacan (S17), AttackZach (S17), Bobbytheturtle (S17), GlalieEnthusiast (S17), flameorb^Teamkill (S20)
5th Bobbytheturtle (19): Purpdan (S11), xMisha (S13), Lighte (S16), chloesad (S16), LightningS7 (S17), flameorb (S17), Chasmic (S18), MaverickMC (S18), Psykl0ne (S18), flameorb (S18), SiahStone (S18), LightningS7 (S18), ColdBacon (S18), 5hup (S18), lewmcm (S18), Ilikepie212_123 (S18), JaydenVEVO (S20), Kelawesome (S20), miles1baseball^Teamkill (S20)
6th c1n (18): AcornAF (S2), maximum50 (S8), Orcashire (S8), MaverickMC_ (S8), friigiid (S8), floobel (S11), Daffz (S12), buttergolem1 (S12), OnlyCosmia (S12), Brikawara (S13), Chasmic (S13), GlalieEnthusiast (S13), KOKeowner (S15), Marc5M (S15), Ilikepie212_123 (S15), Shup (S15), flameorb (S19), BatMan1814 (S19)
7th tuxpeng (17): KevinMB (S1), sir_please_stahp (S1), floobel (S1), GeeSam (S2), Sean018799 (S3), GlalieEnthusiast (S4), jaydenVEVOtnr (S4), ShyGus (S4), MicrousMC (S4), ZachAttack (S4), Chasmic (S6), Nintendoshi (S6), PhenomCloud (S6), ThePeridotKnight (S6), TalonBX (S7), Apex_Twinkie (S7), buttergolem1 (S11)
8th GlalieEnthusiast (16): c1n (S7), jaydenVEVO (S7), swishduck (S7), friigiid (S7), Kingsy (S10), CruelFives (S12), Spacepod (S13), buttergolem1 (S13), miles1baseball^Teamkill (S15), SiahStone (S15), Bobbytheturtle (S15), Chasmic (S17), Spacepod (S17), Glyphical (S17), SiahStone (S17), eurasianlynx (S18)
9th Shup (15): DarrenBGP (S6), Daffz (S8), PaperVinnie (S8), MercuryParadox (S8), KevinMB (S8), Apex_Twinkie (S8), ThePeridotKnight (S8), Kelawesome^Wolf (S15), OblivionTU (S16), Birble (S17), ShyGus (S17), Kaismartypants (S17), Coward (S17), TalonBX (S18), Zevulpes (S18)
9th ShyGus (15): NukedNukem (S5), MBeaar (S6), poempedoempoex (S6), warriorcat (S6), c1n (S8), ScottPirie (S8), poempedoempoex (S8), miles1baseball (S9), Chasmic (S9), 5kylord (S15), OzzyOWO (S15), Micale (S15), TalonBX (S16), Wibbol (S19), madmerrick (S20), Do_You_Minecraft (S20)
10th KevinMB (14): GlalieEnthusiast (S1), eurasianlynx (S1), poempedoempoex (S2), CH0CK (S8), Ilikepie212_123 (S8), PhenomCloud (S9), ShyGus (S9), Ixolock (S9), Lenboy124 (S9), dashdude (S14), Potsie (S16), Fensua (S16), KOKeowner (S16), DarrenBGP (S16)
10th Jakekub (14): Emerric (S8), GeeSam (S8), Lenboy124 (S8), Topspinpiggles (S8), OnlyCosmia (S8), ShyGus (S8), Brickty (S10), Emerric (S10), Chasmic (S11), ElectriCobra (S14), Cyndic (S14), QuilJ1 (S19), Joeylink (S20), ColdBacon (S20)
11th Spacepod (13): ElectriCobra (S13), PaperVinnie (S13), Lucity (S13), Jarofcats (S13), buttergolem1 (S16), xMisha (S17), MajorWoof (S20), numdegased (S20), buttergolem1 (S20), DareDevilDawson (S20), SimplySam (S20), Davelions (S20), Bobbytheturtle (S20)
12th MicrousMC (12): AcornAF (S1), BradArmpitt (S3), SRGamingLucas (S3), QuilJ1 (S3), GeeSam (S4), Lefo_ (S4), Topspinpiggles (S6), DarrenBGP (S9), LightningS7 (S13), flameorb (S13), Bacan (S14), Birble (S15)
12th MaverickMC_ (12): Evader_ (S7), GlalieEnthusiast (S8), PaperVinnie (S9), BushieHalf (S9), Evader22 (S11), DarrenBGP (S12), TalonBX (S13), Brodator (S14), Spacepod (S14), ScottPirie (S14), Apex_Twinkie (S15), PaperVinnie (S16), PaperVinnie (S18), buttergolem1 (S19)
13th OblivionTU (11): PenguinBagels (S1+S2), ShyGus (S1), poempedoempoex (S1), BradArmpitt (S1), Ilikepie212_123 (S1), GlalieEnthusiast (S2), KevinMB (S2), Jakekub (S16), Psykl0ne (S16), Tobin (S16)
13th Cyndic (11): LegoBeast (S10), GlalieEnthusiast (S10), c1n (S10), MicrousMC (S10), Jakekub (S10), ShAydenelley (S10), warriorcat (S10), TheBananaMonster (S10), Emerric (S11), SiahStone (S14), KevinMB (S14)
13th Ixolock (11): Daffz (S6), Do_You_Minecraft (S8), Bacan (S9), miles1baseball (S10), MicrousMC (S11), LegoBeast (S11), brodioh (S11), GeeSam (S12), Ilikepie212_123 (S12), poempedoempoex (S12), LegoBeast (S20)
13th flameorb (11): Joeylink37 (S11), ScottPirie (S13), MicrousMC (S13), MicrousMC (S14), Emerric (S16), MicrousMC (S16), brodioh (S17), Shup (S17), Fensua (S17), I_is_cheesecake (S18), MercuryParadox^Teamkill (S20)
14th ScottPirie (10): OblivionTU (S1), MicrousMC (S1), xJesterrr (S1), Vawqer (S1), KaBoom (S2), sarostone98 (S9), Emerric (S12), Glyphical (S12), CH0CK (S14), Potsie (S14)
14th sirples (10): Brickty (S1), __ZackAttack (S1), KidFierce (S5), Orcashire (S11), YellowVitt (S11), GeeSam (S11), friigiid (S13), ThwipThwip (S13), netherwad (S13), DarrenBGP (S13)
14th jaydenVEVO (10): Fire_Factor (S3), CH0CK (S4), LegoBeast (S4), Vawqer (S4), maximum50^Teamkill (S6), ScottPirie (S6), Shup (S6), Daffz (S7), Kingsy (S9), Arich (S20)
15th LightningS7 (9): flameorb (S11), BSBrent (S12), MaverickMC (S12), Chasmic (S12), Emerric^Teamkill (S13), Kelawesome (S17), MicrousMC (S18), Glyphical (S18), buttergolem1 (S18)
15th Walshy (9): friigiid (S5), Emerric (S5), Ixolock (S5), LegoBeast (S5), KevinMB (S9), Lucityy (S9), TheBananaMonster (S9), LightningS7 (S9), silh (S9)
15th kecleon (9): GeeSam (S13), MaverickMC (S15), Marc5M (S16), Kelawesome (S16), SiahStone (S16), MaverickMC (S16), Shup (S16), Typodestoyer (S20), Psykl0ne (S20)
15th buttergolem1 (9): OnlyCosmia (S14), LegoBeast (S14), Jakekub (S14), flameorb (S14), MicrousMC (S17), Brodator (S18), Fost (S18), ShyGus (S20), Natural44 (S20)
15th Chasmic (9): MicrousMC (S5), Nintendoshi (S8), Micale (S10), ScottPirie (S10), Brikawara (S19), floobel (S19), Emerric (S19), Chasmic (S20), GlalieEnthusiast (S20)
15th Lighte (9): I_is_cheescake (S16), Brodator (S17), DarrenBGP (S17), Areisika (S17), ElectriCobra (S17), miles1baseball (S18), Jakekub (S20), Kaismartypants (S20), Fost (S20)
16th ElectriCobra (8): Lefo_ (S3), KOKeowner (S13), Ixolock (S13), c1n^Teamkill (S14), QuilJ1 (S16), Ilikepie212_123 (S16), ColdBacon (S16), KevinMB (S16)
16th TheBananaMonster (8): warriorcat (S5), Spacepod (S9), buttergolem1 (S9), Cyndic (S9), Apex_Twinkie (S9), ColdBacon (S10), KOKeowner (S10), Xentian (S10)
16th Bacan (8): ShyGus (S10), Glyphical (S13), jaydenVEVO (S13), Ilikepie212_123 (S13), BSBrent^Wolf (S13), Brodator (S15), swishduck (S15), I_is_cheesecake (S15)
16th Lefo_ (8): jaydenVEVO (S3), Ilikepie212_213 (S3-S4), maximum50 (S4), Xentian (S4), floobel (S5), kecleon (S20), Lighte (S20)
16th I_is_cheesecake (8): Ilikepie212_123 (S17), floobel (S17), lewmcm (S17), SimplySam (S18), Eluniel (S20), CrowJRC (S20), Jordtim (S20), BibiWilson (S20)
17th LegoBeast (7): tuxpeng (S5), friigiid^Teamkill (S9), Bobbytheturtle^Teamkill (S10), ThwipThwip^Teamkill (S10), speeedo (S10), Kelawesome (S14), flameorb (S16)
17th CH0CK (7): Vawqer (S2), sir_please_stahp (S2), JoeyTheLink (S3), Brickty (S9), TalonBX (S9), QuilJ1 (S12), kecleon (S14)
17th Do_You_Minecraft (7): KevinMB (S4-5), Silhou (S4), Emerric (S4), TalonBX^Teamkill (S5), PenguinBagels (S7), LegoBeast (S8)
17th Emerric (7): Brickty (S7), DarrenBGP (S8), Bacan (S12), 6dayna6 (S14), Sean081799 (S19), MicrousMC (S19), TalonBX (S19)
18th QuilJ1 (6): __ZachAttack (S3), MicrousMC (S12), ShyGus (S14), GlalieEnthusiast (S15), kecleon (S15), MBeaar (S15), zachf01 (S19)
18th SiahStone (6): Ninjajaja (S16), miles1baseball (S17), I_is_cheesecake (S17), kecleon (S17), Lighte (S17), ThePeridotKnight (S18)
18th xMisha (6): MaverickMC (S17), dashdude (S19), 5kylord (S19), chloesad (S19), ScottPirie^Teamkill (S19), Kelawesome (S19)
18th Arich (6): OzzyOWO (S14), Glyphical (S14), Emerric (S14), Ilikepie212_123 (S14), ColdBacon (S14), Orcashire (S20)
19th Lenboy124 (5): Ilikepie212_123 (S9), sirples (S9), maximum50 (S9), OnlyCosmia (S9), ThwipThwip (S9)
19th warriorcat (5): MicrousMC (S6), SD_UHC (S10), Spacepod (S12), ScottPirie (S12), TommySX (S14)
19th maximum50 (5): BradArmpitt (S4), Friigiid (S4), Do_You_Minecraft (S5), Arod_ (S6), Emerric (S7)
19th Orcashire (5): Apex_Twinkie (S11), c1n (S11), Jakekub (S11), PatCreeperBrown (S11), Ixolock (S11)
19th brodioh (5): 6dayna6 (S11), DarrenBGP (S14), buttergolem1 (S14), jaydenVEVO (S14), Psykl0ne (S17)
19th Ilikepie212_123 (5): GeeSam (S1), swishduck (S5), Chasmic (S8), ColdBacon (S13), AcornAF (S18)
19th Potsie (5): Treyasaurus (S14), floobel (S14), Brodator (S16), Spacepod (S16), 20Below (S20)
19th Fost (5): SiahStone (S19), c1n (S19), Xentian (S19), CHANGA (S19), FazedMC (S20)
19th CrowJRC (5): ShyGus (S19), Lighte (S19), Psyklone (S19), Microus (S20), Potsie (S20)
19th Glyphical (5): Jakekub (S15), CrowJRC (S19), zCent (S20), Peebo (S20), Chasmic (S20)
19th pigghetti (5): Pokememes (S20), chloesad (S20), ZachAttack (S20), fightin_irish33 (S20), AttackZach (S20)
19th DareDevilDawson (5): LightningS7 (S20), Emerric (S20), Brikawara (S20), MemeDotJpeg (S20), pigghetti (S20)
20th MBeaar (4): swishduck (S6), c1n (S15), Bacan (S15), kecleon (S15)
20th Daffz (4): Ilikepie212_123 (S7), Do_You_Minecraft (S7), Badant (S8), eurasianlynx (S8)
20th Grantonic (4): CH0CK (S2), ScottPirie (S2), tuxpeng (S2), MicrousMC (S2)
20th YellowVitt (4): maximum50 (S10), Brickty (S11), tuxpeng (S11), flameorb (S12)
20th BSBrent (4): CH0CK (S11), SD_UHC (S11), GlalieEnthusiast (S12), World Hunger (S15)
20th MercuryParadox (4): ShyGus (S7), PhenomCloud (S7), Lucityy (S8), Purpdan^Teamkill (S20)
20th MemeDotJpeg (4): CH0CK (S20), Birble (S20), Brodator (S20), swishduck (S20)
21st Evader22 (3): ScottPirie (S9), Chasmic (S10), Daffz (S11)
21st friigiid (3): LightningS7 (S7), tuxpeng (S7), Ixolock (S8)
21st JoeyTheLink (3): Kingsy_ (S2), GeeSam (S3), Apex_Twinkie (S14)
21st KOKeowner (3): flameorb (S10), Chasmic (S15), Apex_Twinkie (S16)
21st OnlyCosmia (3): speeedo (S9), eurasianlynx (S10), Spacepod (S10)
21st ShAydenelley (3): Lenboy124 (S10), GeeSam (S10), PhenomCloud (S10)
21st GeeSam (3): __ZachAttack (S2), Brickty (S8), YellowVitt (S12)
21st Fensua (3): BatMan1814 (S16), BatMan1814 (S17), c1n (S17)
21st lewmcm (3): Kaismartypants (S18), Lighte (S18), GlalieEnthusiast (S18)
21st CHANGA (3): LightningS7 (S19), OddBaller (S19), warriorcat (S19)
21st floobel (3): OblivionTU (S2), c1n (S12), Ilikepie212_123 (S19)
21st Brodator (3): Livin423 (S18), Areisika (S18), Jarofcats (S20)
21st Kaismartypants (3): chloesad (S18), Brodator (S19), InsertDotJpeg (S20)
22nd Coward (2): CHANGA (S17), ThwipThwip (S17)
22nd BushieHalf (2): MercuryParadox (S9), LegoBeast (S9)
22nd Kingsy_ (2): floobel^Teamkill (S2), jaydenVEVO (S9)
22nd Lucityy (2): Emerric (S9), flameorb (S9)
22nd PatCreeperBrown (2): MaverickMC (S11), MercuryParadox (S11)
22nd PenguinBagels (2): c1n (S2), Topspinpiggles (S7)
22nd SD_UHC (2): BSBrent (S10), Bacan (S10)
22nd Silhou (2): Emerric (S3), MicrousMC (S3)
22nd Topspinpiggles (2): Grantonic^Teamkill (S6), warriorcat (S8)
22nd Brickty (2): Nintendoshi (S9), OnlyCosmia (S11)
22nd miles1baseball (2): MercuryParadox (S10), MBeaar (S13)
22nd Marc5M (2): DarrenBGP (S15), Cyndic (S16)
22nd __ZackAttack (2): Chief_Trevor (S1), ElectriCobra (S3)
22nd chloesad (2): DarrenBGP (S19), kecleon (S19)
22nd Psykl0ne (2): Areisika (S19), Wackoflipper (S20)
22nd Peebo (2): Anthonyde (S20), TalonBX (S20)
22nd MajorWoof (2): c1n (S20), neonpoop (S20)
22nd clairegun (2): sbearbear6352 (S20), I_is_cheesecake (S20)
23rd AttackZach (1): ThePeridotKnight (S16)
23rd 20thPrestigeNoob (1): TheBananaMonster (S5)
23rd 6dayna6 (1): PhenomCloud (S11)
23rd BradArmpitt (1): GoodGuh (S3)
23rd Chief_Trevor (1): Walshy (S1)
23rd eurasianlynx (1): friigiid (S3)
23rd ManiacMagee (1): Xentian (S1)
23rd Megahero (1): Purpdan (S1)
23rd Micale (1): Do_You_Minecraft (S10)
23rd poempedoempoex (1): tuxpeng (S6)
23rd PhenomCloud (1): ThwipThwip (S11)
23rd rockonhi5 (1): Maniacmagee (S1)
23rd SRGamingLucas (1): CH0CK (S3)
23rd ThePeridotKnight (1): MicrousMC (S8)
23rd TalonBX (1): PhenomCloud (S8)
23rd xJesterrr (1): PaperVinnie (S1)
23rd Vawqer (1): tuxpeng (S3)
23rd PaperVinnie (1): KevinMB (S13)
23rd OzzyOWO (1): jaydenVEVO (S15)
23rd Birble (1): BSBrent (S17)
23rd 5kylord (1): swishduck (S17)
23rd Xentian (1): Do_You_Minecraft (S19)
23rd Livin423 (1): ColdBacon (S19)
23rd OddBaller (1): Bacan^Teamkill (S19)
23rd sbearbear6352 (1): Eroe (S20)

PVE Tracker (PVE Deaths)

Creeper: PaperVinnie (S2), ShyGus (S3)
Fall Damage: rockonhi5 (S1), tuxpeng (S1), Shup (S5), Lefo (S5), jaydenVEVO (S6), TalonBX (S8), MicrousMC (S9), OblivionTU (S10), AttackZach (S16), MaverickMC (S19), eurasianlynx (S20)
Skeleton: Do_You_Minecraft (S6)
Zombie: ElectriCobra (S10)
Blaze: eurasianlynx (S3)
Timed Out: GlalieEnthusiast (S11)
Pearl Damage: LightningS7 (S17)
TNT: kecleon (S18)
Cave Spider: ThePeridotKnight (S20)
Drowning: CHANGA^LMAO!!! (S20)

Blood Thirsty (First Blood)

S1: Chief_Trevor (Walshy)
S2: c1n (AcornAF)
S3: JoeyTheLink (GeeSam)
S4: jaydenVEVO (CH0CK)
S5: Chasmic (MicrousMC)
S6: maximum50 (Arod_)
S7: GlalieEnthusiast (c1n)
S8: KevinMB (CH0CK)
S9: Lenboy124 (Ilikepie212_123)
S10: YellowVitt (maximum50)
S11: Evader22 (Daffz)
S12: DarrenBGP (Jakekub)
S13: PaperVinnie (KevinMB)
S14: MaverickMC (Brodator)
S15: ShyGus (5kylord)
S16: OblivionTU (Jakekub)
S17: Kelawesome (Livin423)
S18: MaverickMC (PaperVinnie)
S19: xMisha (dashdude)
S20: Brodator (Jarofcats)

Mission Impossible (First Death)

S1: Walshy (slain by Chief_Trevor)
S2: PaperVinnie (blown up by Creeper)
S3: PaperVinnie (shot by PaperVinnie)
S4: CH0CK (slain by jaydenVEVO)
S5: MicrousMC (slain by Chasmic)
S6: Arod_ (slain by maximum50)
S7: c1n (slain by GlalieEnthusiast)
S8: CH0CK (slain by KevinMB)
S9: Ilikepie212_123 (slain by Lenboy124)
S10: ElectriCobra (slain by Zombie)
S11: Daffz (shot by Evader22)
S12: Jakekub (slain by DarrenBGP)
S13: KevinMB (slain by PaperVinnie)
S14: miles1baseball (swam in lava)
S15: 5kylord (shot by ShyGus)
S16: Jakekub (slain by OblivionTU)
S17: Livin423 (slain by Kelawesome)
S18: PaperVinnie (slain by MaverickMC)
S19: dashdude (slain by xMisha)
S20: ThePeridotKnight (slain by Cave Spider)

Cover Blown (First Damage)

S1: Brickty
S2: KaBoom
S3: friigiid
S4: CH0CK
S5: Kidfierce
S6: jaydenVEVO
S7: jaydenVEVO
S8: Daffz
S9: friigiid
S10: BushieHalf
S11: MicrousMC
S12: ThePeridotKnight
S13: ColdBacon
S14: ShyGus
S15: flameorb
S16: flameorb
S17: Coward
S18: Kaismartypants
S19: Kaismartypants
S20: Sigilyph

Stealthy (Longest Without Taking Damage)

S1: Ilikepie212_123
S2: ShyGus
S3: Fire_Factor
S4: GlalieEnthusiast
S5: Emerric
S6: tuxpeng
S7: Ilikepie212_123
S8: TalonBX
S9: buttergolem1
S10: buttergolem1
S11: buttergolem1 // LegoBeast
S12: Glyphical
S13: Do_You_Minecraft
S14: Emerric (choco robbed)
S15: Chocotaco622 (W)
S16: QuilJ1
S17: Shup
S18: lewmcm
S19: Kelawesome
S20: Davelions

Deadliest Agent (Most Kills)

S1: OblivionTU (5)
S2: Grantonic (4)
S3: MicrousMC (3)
S4: tuxpeng (5)
S5: DarrenBGP (7)
S6: tuxpeng (4)
S7: swishduck (5)
S8: Jakekub // Shup (6)
S9: Walshy (6)
S10: Cyndic (8)
S11: ColdBacon (7)
S12: Apex_Twinkie (7)
S13: Kelawesome (5)
S14: Arich (5)
S15: swishduck (5)
S16: kecleon (5)
S17: Shup // Lighte // Purpdan // GlalieEnthusiast // SiahStone (4)
S18: Bobbytheturtle (10)
S19: Kelawesome (5) // xMisha (5)
S20: swishduck (11)
Feel free to correct me if anything is wrong!

"Let me say something about fear here before I tell you to do some pushups.....I worked at an all-black swimming pool in the east side of Wilmington, I was involved in what the Negroes, I mean, blacks were thinking, what they were feeling................Johnny come lately used to show up at the pool in his ice cream truck. C'mon man, you cant go around disrespecting me like that. Unless your going to be Tony....Tony... Tony??? Tony Saparito, you know, the gangster from the Simpsons, only he can give out that free ice cream.
But yes I do have empathy for my VP. Shes doing one helluva job for the American public. I am Kamala’s running mate…Y’all think I’m kiddin’, don’t ya!?” Speaking of Kamala, did you know that her uncle was also known as the "The Ugandan Giant" Kamala. Man I tell you what the way that guy could slap his belly could send tingles down your back. That guy could really roller skate.
Speaking of roller skating, I remember my pops dropping me off one hot summer night at the roller rink. When i got out of the car i saw two gals kissing their guys, I looked at my pops and he said "Joey, its simple, they love each other." He went on to serenade me with to this day is one of my favorite lullabyes.... "Let me tell you about the birds and the bees,and the flowers and the trees, and the things up above and a thing called Love." Thats it that was the answer.....its love....... I asked Dr Fauci, he just laughed and smiled shaking his head........what a blessing that man has been for the recession. As I hugged I reminded him that We have to take care of the cure. That will make the problem worse no matter what. No matter what...
And thats my message to the american people today on the season of the ground hog not showing his face again. Maybe he would do better working out of his basement. I know I do. If you dont believe me then your just a dog faced pony soldier."

To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.
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Let's take a chance on one another and discover what we can build together. Life is short and the possibilities are endless, so why not take a leap of faith and see where it leads us? We may face challenges and uncertainties along the way, but with an open mind and a willing heart, we can create something truly special.
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Hi I'm A...... , my name means unique in English (can you guess it?)
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I am studying Engineering Advanced Technology as applying the knowledge of physics into real world has been a big inspiration for me to take the major. I was torn for a while between pure physics and engineering and in the end, I chose engineering.
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How about you? In what ways do you express what your inside universe is like?
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I love reading poetry and literature whenever I have spare time. I am an avid book reader and also like a healthy dose of philosophy and psychology. My favorite author is Paulo Coelho and favorite read 'The Alchemist'. Which is your favourite book and why? How did it change you?
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How does your perfect date look like? Mine - I'd love to take you on a vintage picnic date. Just me and you on my blanket, listening to The Paper Kites, Sleeping at Last, Hozier. Some lights and food. We'd be laughing and feeling like teenagers again.
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I'll take you to my favourite places too, so grab your backpack and meet me at the bus stop. We'll catch bus that goes to the swiss alps. We'll pick yellow wild flowers and berries. Sneak out from the hut at midnight with a few blankets to keep us cozy while we watch the starry sky, with nothing but fireflies and dandelions around us. Where is your favourite place?
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To summarise - I'm 23 years old straight male, 6ft tall (183cm) dark hair, brownish eyes and tanned skin. We can exchange photos if you send one, I promise I will send you one back
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▪︎I am an empathetic person and I can put myself in your shoes and understand your troubles and suffering and console you the best I can and I'm looking for someone who can reciprocate that as well.
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▪︎I have lived in several countries before , you could say I'm quite an adventurous person, I like exploring different cultures, cuisines and cities.
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▪︎I'm passionate about linguistics and can speak *English, Italian & Urdu* fluently, I can also understand basic *German & Spanish* (Hoping to learn both of these one day)
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▪︎I love memes and I'd love to hear all your jokes. I love puns and cheesy pick up/flirty lines. I'm not as extroverted as I may seem, if I had to choose between a party and staying in my room doing my thing, I'd choose my room.
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▪︎I enjoy video games and physical sports in my free time, I'm more of an outgoing introvert.
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▪︎My taste in music is all over the place, it depends on what kind of mood I'm in but I like melancholic music and sometimes it spirals me into loop of sadness. But I also like pop, jazz, country and instrumental music.
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What I'm looking for?
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- Someone who's funny and we can share memes and laugh. Sarcasm, flirty chats and puns will be appreciated
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- Someone who would genuinely enjoy spending time with me. Would be interested in getting to know me and be open so I can get to know you too
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- Be present, initiative and thoughtful
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- You would like to meet up at some point in real life, and we'll have that cozy first airport hug
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- Someone I can send and from whom I can receive cute good morning / good night texts
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- Someone who would enjoy receiving details from my day /pics, videos, voices messages/ and would include me in his day by sending me selfies/pics/videos etc.
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- You would be interested in having at least one date night a week / watching a movie or playing games together on a video call
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- You'll believe in me, be there for me and fight to be with me
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What I'm not looking for?
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- Someone putting minimal to no effort
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- Someone who'd ditch me and cancel our date to play League of Legends all day
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- Someone still not over their ex from 10 years ago / Emotionally unavailable
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- Liars and cheaters
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- Someone who would see me less than their friends. ​
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If you're wondering what are some of my bad sides:
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- Books and theatre have set really high expectations of romance for me? I
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- I can eat sweet potato fries for the rest of my life, if you order french fries I'd probably eat yours, too
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- I'm a night owl and sometimes I am going to bed around 3am and waking up at noon.
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- I'm an emotional and very romantic person, if you're more on the cold side it won't work out
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What am I offering?
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- To be your best friend. I'll always be there for you.
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- A lot of physical affection, I will love hugging you, kissing you, playing with your hair while I lay on your chest
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- Compliments. You're probably hot af, and really gorgeous. I'll make sure you never forget it or doubt yourself
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- Love you harder on the days you can't love yourself
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- I'll be there for you when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year. Clap,clap,clap.
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- I'll read you bed time stories
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- I'll be honest and always do my best to work things out, I'm pretty straight forward and you won't need to read my mind
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- I'll believe in you
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- I'll never give up on you
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So let's build each other up, be the best version of ourselves, let go of the past and live in the present, let's travel and be happy.

First I'd like to define Nihilism as the literal definition; the rejection of all religious and moral principles, in the belief that life is meaningless.
Through out all of time, all civilizations ingrained itself with shamanism, mysticism, paganism, polytheism, hardly has there been any influence of monotheism before Judaism - Chrisitianity - Islam. Every culture had an afterlife, a good one, and a bad one, based on the moral principles of the society. For instance the Vikings obviously believed in Valhalla, and to go there you had to have a warrior's death. For the Vikings that died of old-age, disease, accidents etc they went to Helheim a cold barren land of eternity. The greeks had 3 afterlives. Tartarus, the equivalent of Hell - infamy. Asphodel Meadows for common folk that drink from the river of lethe and become mindless - forgotten - no legacy. Elysium for the heroes - famous.
Now let's talk about Christianity. It's a horribly conflicting religion that takes things too literally. The bible has been lost in translation, books have been removed, and the metaphors are so hard to understand without understanding the original language structure in hebrew and greek for the old and new testament respectively. Imagine basing everything you know off of a 2000+ year book collection. That's not a good selling point. But are there moral values demonstrated in the bible? yes. Do at least some of those morals stand the test of time, absolutely.
Can we separate what is bullshit and what is not? This is the hypocrisy that Christians have, while celebrating Santa Clause on the day of christ's birth. There are not as many 'Christians', as denominations. Because the Jehovah Witnesses, are different from the Mormons, are different from Lutherans etc. It's a bit of a falsehood to say that all of these denominations can be unified as Christians.
But can we all say how much of a failure modern society is, if the only place you can learn about morality is within the Bible and other Literature. Maybe your parents are not that invested, and maybe you don't like reading, compared to movies, music, social media. Maybe movies and tv teach you more about morality. I'd say in large part, why there is so much crime among the youth now is because they have their own culture, and hardly know anything about life, struggle, and morality and previously the bible played a major role in lower and middle class education.
If you are a complete athiest that is fine. If you are agnostic, and in some philosophical, metaphysical, and shamanistic sense you believe in something that is so hard to describe, and so different from what anyone can collectively worship that is fine as well. We all dream at night, and those dreams speak to us more than this jehovah/yahweh, allah characters, or jesus, but I personally don't believe Jesus Christ was god in the flash, was the reincarnation of god, or the son of god. Again there is too much confliction.
Which brings me to the conflicting aspect of Nihilism and why I have tried to define them. Here is an article that lists different types of nihilism.
Existential Nihilism - The individual has the power to find their own meaningful path through the absurd complexity of life, but only if they are brave enough to go out looking for it.
Cosmic Nihilism - Pure utter bullshit.
Ethical Nihilism - Essentially Egoism, you will always act in your self interest. You literally do, what you want to do, and you know why and why not.
Epistemological Nihilism - Pure utter bullshit.
Political Nihilism - Anti-authoritarianism. skeptical of government. Self autonomy.
Read the article here. https://www.thecollector.com/what-are-the-five-theories-of-nihilism/
So here is where the actually context of the title of this post is about.
With the internet, cell phones, and video game consoles. 90% of your internet/tech usage is used for entertainment.. Checking the weather is not entertainment. Journaling and studying is not entertainment.
I believe that after a decade of social media, pornography, every viral video, and the boom of the meme culture, we are now at a time, that in order to justify and continue the consumption media, and call it productive, you now need to make a podcast and talk about it with your friends, or work in media. You have to be able to monetize your expertise level of consumption to fend off this nihilistic hobby. And if it is not a podcast, it is a Twitch or gaming live stream.
I'd like to share the most successful case study of a podcast, known as the Joe Rogan Experience. Before social media, there were forums on most websites and Joe had his own website with his forum. In order to justify his interaction with media, there was without a doubt monetization for his stand up comedy. The podcast became an extension of the forum. It's less risky posting in a forum, it's more risky filming yourself and posting it on the internet especially when you are a tv personality and stand-up comic. The first generation of internet users before the rise of Facebook where all centralized in their own sub groups of self interests, with the limited capabilities of the internet then. The first gen users where pretty keen on the monetization of certain subjects/businesses, and also the internet itself and some learned to code because they had to, because it was a new thing, that people did not understand. Risk vs reward.
So their purpose of that tech generation was to find more information about what they were already interested in, market their businesses, and further develop the skills to run their own websites, servers, stores, etc..... Then porn and social media starts to ramp up.
The second generation of internet users, the younger demographic that did not gather on specific forum groups because they had no commercial interests and were mostly early YouTube users and Music pirates, at the time of the Ipod touch in 2007-2010. Remember when we all had to share a computer?
The young internet generation, used it for social media and pornography, and to fall victim to fraud campaigns such as Kony 2012. It was nihilistic from the beginning for this generation.
So this is where I would like to define Nihilistic as an adjective. It's futile, often hedonistic and selfish, short sighted, impulsive, unambitious, isolated, fringe. It's egoism falling under ethical nihilism, because now it has context.
We are living in a time of technological nihilism. The internet with no use besides FREE entertainment. If you had to pay for it, it would be less nihilistic. And the only way the use of it, can become less nihilistic, is to do a podcast or live stream and try to provide value to someone else.
If you have an actual hobby like painting, singing, writing, playing an instrument, then by all means go ahead post it and provide value.
What else is there to do on the internet if you delete Twitter. Delete Facebook. Delete Instagram. Delete Tiktok. Delete YouTube. Delete Reddit. Delete Tinder. ETC.
Check the weather, buy a few things on amazon, keep up with the news? You would be faced wit the practical aspects of your life. News you have no financial stake in? In the age of the newspaper, the most exciting form of conversation was financial speculation on stocks and sports betting, and looking at things for sale, and job advertisements. Those things felt productive, they had risk, and they had reward. That's the allure of doing a podcast and live streaming, it's risky, but you have the intention of providing value.
So in this world of an Existential and Ethical Nihilism, that gives way to Egoism, you do you, you find your way, accept the risks, accept the consequences, accept a lack of imagination, accept struggle. Your self interest is always in play, whether you are selfish or selfless. True nihilism with no context is hypocrisy waiting to be replaced for a better definition of what you are feeling. And eventually with social media it will become the most applicably nihilistic force in your life, and you have to make a choice at what are the mechanisms that have a grip on you. It's a pseudo reward with no real risk invested. Because soon you will be seeking something with risk and effort involved, as a new ethic, for your own self interest.

Hi There,
I'll start off with the basics. I'm a 30 year old male from Delhi, currently living in Bangalore. I'm 6 foot 2, built like a bear, with a beard. And I'm so tired of trying to find "the one". I'm certain now that she can't be in the same city as me, and dating apps don't help, so this is my hail Mary attempt.
I'm weird. I know that. I act childish and goofy at times, make too many stupid jokes, and daydream too often. I am also a recluse, introverted for the most part, with random bouts of extroversion. I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I just call myself an ambivert? Well, see it's like this. I'll stay locked in my room for 6 months and then feel like going on a 7 day fiesta out of the blue. There's no word for that really, other than crazy.
On top of that, every girl I've ever dated has called me husband material multiple times before we broke up. Not to brag, but I do think I'm a very good partner, for the most part. See, by nature, I'm an extremist. So when I fall for someone, they become my sole focus because I'm very one track minded. But what I've recently found out is that not a lot of people are equipped to handle that level of attention, or match that energy of mine, which eventually causes problems.
Next up, I've been told I have the poker face of a professional player. Nobody seems to be able to read me in person, something which I have actually worked hard to achieve (reading psychology and other random things for fun\research is a hobby of mine). So while I consider it a proud achievement that I've been somewhat able to master my emotions in public, not everyone feels that way.
Also, I'm brutally honest. I mean Gandhian level of honesty. I do not lie, I loath it. And I do not like being forced to lie for others. I won't do it. I've lost friends over it, family too, but I'm hard headed like that. If I don't want to tell you something, I'll just tell you that, or stay quiet. But again, people don't believe this. My most recent ex made fake people to test how I interact with other women on social media. I passed, of course, but when I found out what was going on, she, sadly, failed.
And speaking of expectations, I'm very demanding of myself and the people I love, morality wise. I will always stand up to sexism, castism, racism, or any form of discrimination, even in passing.
I'm hyper vigilant, I like people watching, I love intelligent conversations, and I love learning anything and everything under the sun! I do have some dark and kinky secrets, but I don't think this would be the right place to elaborate on them.
I can go on and on about who I am, but I can firmly say that I am a good person.
A good person who will be hard to deal with for most people. I am definitely not everyone's cup of tea. I guess what I'm hoping for is that somewhere, somehow, that one person reads this rant of mine and goes "Oh, he sounds delightful" and gets in touch maybe? I don't care about country, colour, creed, and I honestly don't have a type. I always just go on feelings. If we vibe, we vibe.
So, now that we're at the end, I would like to humbly apologise to all the people who read that and went "Oh he sounds like a nightmare." I know a lot of people who would agree with that. I've just run out of ideas, I guess. Looking for someone, who would open up to a variety (of kinks too, eventually - and I dont judge), and go on cute icecream dates, and if we vibe, we do the Forehead Kisses, Cuddles and Filter Coffee.
I can go on and on about who I am, but I can firmly say that I am a good person.
A good person who will be hard to deal with for most people. I am definitely not everyone's cup of tea. I guess what I'm hoping for is that somewhere, somehow, that one person reads this rant of mine and goes "Oh, he sounds delightful" and gets in touch maybe? I don't care about country, colour, creed, and I honestly don't have a type. I always just go on feelings. If we vibe, we vibe.
Bonus points, if you spam me with your meme collection. 💛
Fingers crossed. And thank you for reading!