If you’ve found this, my son is already lost. Baldur’s Gate devoured him. It began with idle curiosity—tavern games, spell tomes. That was twenty years ago. Now, he’s entombed in his chamber above Sorcerous Sundries, walled in by cursed miniatures and relics of forgotten gods.

He emerges once a tenday, silent, pale, dragging urns filled with unspeakable filth. He speaks only through warped Message spells, whispering, “The Dark Urge is truth...”

I severed his arcane link. He summoned a warlock—paid in soul-bound Robux—to beam eldritch WiFi through our wards.

When I touched his orb, he screamed in tongues and entered a blood-frenzy, eyes vacant, chanting, “Gale is mine... forever.”

I’ve prayed to Selûne, begged the Harpers, even offered my soul to Bhaal. Nothing answers.

Please… if you read this… burn the orb. End it.

If you're reading this, you've found my son’s profile. Roblox has completely taken over his life. It all began innocently enough—he mentioned he was interested in a game called Roblox. it didn’t seem like a big deal. That was 20 years ago. Now, my son has isolated himself in his room, using Roblox Funko Pops as a makeshift barricade.
He only emerges once a week, carrying five large 50-gallon soda bottles filled with human excrement, which he leaves just outside his door. He refuses to leave the house, speak to me, or even acknowledge my presence. I’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to work. When I turned off the WiFi, he managed to pay someone in Robux to park a satellite WiFi truck outside our house. Attempting to take away his computer leads to an uncontrollable tard rage where he repeatedly screams, “Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y" until he gets it back.
I’ve called the Internet police, but they say there’s nothing they can do. Please bring me back my son.

If you're reading this, you've found my son’s profile. Roblox has completely taken over his life. It all began innocently enough—he mentioned he was interested in a game called Roblox. it didn’t seem like a big deal. That was 20 years ago. Now, my son has isolated himself in his room, using Roblox Funko Pops as a makeshift barricade.
He only emerges once a week, carrying five large 50-gallon soda bottles filled with human excrement, which he leaves just outside his door. He refuses to leave the house, speak to me, or even acknowledge my presence. I’ve tried everything, but nothing seems to work. When I turned off the WiFi, he managed to pay someone in Robux to park a satellite WiFi truck outside our house. Attempting to take away his computer leads to an uncontrollable tard rage where he repeatedly screams, “Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y, Rich Ch***y" until he gets it back.
I’ve called the Internet police, but they say there’s nothing they can do. Please bring me back my son.

saw Bugzee at the gym yesterday, he was benching 560kg (1234 lbs) for 15 reps as warmup, all the chicks were going up to him asking for his number etc. but he rejected them all because he said "I will not lose focus of the true path".. what a humble man

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