07-20-2015, 08:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2015, 08:48 PM by AnthroHeart.)
Last night was a nightmare. I kept doing wrong, and got shunned by everyone. Eventually I turned down the dial on my dad's dog's health from 2500 units to like 2000 units, and my dad proceeded to strangle me, then I shot him a few times with a gun I had. Then I turned back the shooting, feeling guilt from it.
I had made friends with the guy who invented the C programming language, but it was all for not.
I had made friends with the guy who invented the C programming language, but it was all for not.