No more will we indulge by the wishes of this decadent game, no more will we fall susceptible to the harridans pursuits, as they attempt to beguile us into falling prey to our own lust. I have post token stress disorder and what do I acquire from my woes? What compensation befalls upon my jurisdiction? Absolutely none, for these sinister miscreants thrive of anguish, seeking to propel our society into a decrepit, fractured wasteland that is bereft of all senses of normalcy.Īrise, members of the AGC, the Aristocratic Gentlemen's Club, will suffer this impudence no longer. I have been traumatised from witnessing their screams, amidst the jeers of onlookers who have sentenced them to this insidious fate. With innocent, bewildered onlookers being falsely incriminated and sent into the realm of space, where only the puppets are capable of comprehending their distorted, peculiar speech. I have witnessed, in various advanced, space shuttles, children ripped from limb to limb, by psychopaths. For every ten youth abducted, eight of which are mercilessly executed and subjected to the whims of their manic overlords. Too many youth have been lost to the machine. If I fall, I will die with a patriotic shout upon my breath and tears of pride, gleaning upon my eyes. The government may silence my voice, but amidst the cries of many, they will succumb to the populace. They are afraid of myself expunging truth to the masses and mean to utterly annihilate my abode. Outside, my window dear viewer, the government is unleashing tanks and weapons of war, in an attempt to silence my ridicule. The time of Among Us is numbered, arise my Italian brethren, we will not be subjugated by this tedious, repetitive drivel. If you attempt to inject Skooma into my veins Innersloth, I will rebel. I refuse to become a chess piece, no more shall I be polymorphed into a befuddled, narcotics induced fiend. Such a thought, is so malignant, so audacious, so ludicrous, that in essence, it must be true. That is right, dear viewer, by engaging within this sinister adaptation, we are permitting mass destruction upon the Russian borders. For every child, that engages in this game, another cybernetic Ukrainian power suit is complete and functionable enough to commit unscrupulous acts of warfare upon the Russian populace. They regard us as fresh meat, cannon fodder to propel into the abyss of war. I then reached an epiphany, Innersloth has no regard for it's playerbase. Upon, deductive analysis and investigation, I deem the latter as an inherently more realistic scenario. After dwelling within this horrid caricature for hours on end, I gradually began to question my environment, mulling over if the world surrounding me was a genuine entity, or an artificially concocted simulation, designed to harness our intangible, intellectual fibres, which will then be utilised to power Ukrainian, cybernetic suits, to expel mass calamity upon the Russian populace. This game has procured unforgettable, sinister memories.
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