Hello everyone. Before we start talking I'd like to make something very clear. I am god. I see each and every one of you reading this post right now and every single person that ever will read this. I see you dismissing it as a story. You expect this to be some kind of joke or stunt put up to get likes, or karma. I assure you, it is not.
I see every single on of you, and to prove it I will tell you the worst of you. I see you James Carmichael. You logged on here after your girlfriend yelled at you for not wanting to have sex with her. You wanted escape from the problems of real life. Let me give you some advice James. There is no escape. There is only pain and suffering and hell on Earth. You know why? Because I designed it that way.
I see you Samuel Laburnichan. Recent escapee of the Regal Valley Mental Institution. They said you were insane. But you know the truth. The little voices in your head yell at you telling you to do thing. To murder, to steal, to paint signs on the bathroom walls for the mafia. The little voices in your head never shut up, do they Samuel? You're welcome for that.
I see you there my little plagiarist. You want so badly to write an actual story because you can't. Because I gave you zero creative ability. On purpose. So instead you steal from other people. Pathetic, sometimes even my own creations disgust me. Someday that little "dream" of yours will get you in trouble, and I'll be there laughing alongside you.
But most importantly, I see you. That's right, you. You probably don't even realize that's it's you that I'm speaking to. But it is. Of course, it might not be you specifically it may be another person reading this. But know this, if it is you then you are in a very very big pickle right now. Because I'm not dropping by just to say "Hi!". No no, I would never touch this disgusting place unless I absolutely have to. So I'm going to finish this so I don't have to stay here longer then required. You see good sir, you are going to die today.
I see every single on of you, and to prove it I will tell you the worst of you. I see you James Carmichael. You logged on here after your girlfriend yelled at you for not wanting to have sex with her. You wanted escape from the problems of real life. Let me give you some advice James. There is no escape. There is only pain and suffering and hell on Earth. You know why? Because I designed it that way.
I see you Samuel Laburnichan. Recent escapee of the Regal Valley Mental Institution. They said you were insane. But you know the truth. The little voices in your head yell at you telling you to do thing. To murder, to steal, to paint signs on the bathroom walls for the mafia. The little voices in your head never shut up, do they Samuel? You're welcome for that.
I see you there my little plagiarist. You want so badly to write an actual story because you can't. Because I gave you zero creative ability. On purpose. So instead you steal from other people. Pathetic, sometimes even my own creations disgust me. Someday that little "dream" of yours will get you in trouble, and I'll be there laughing alongside you.
But most importantly, I see you. That's right, you. You probably don't even realize that's it's you that I'm speaking to. But it is. Of course, it might not be you specifically it may be another person reading this. But know this, if it is you then you are in a very very big pickle right now. Because I'm not dropping by just to say "Hi!". No no, I would never touch this disgusting place unless I absolutely have to. So I'm going to finish this so I don't have to stay here longer then required. You see good sir, you are going to die today.