Mad bro ?

сын ♥♥♥♥♥♥ простутки что б тебя нашла стая собак и износиловала тебя жертва анального рождения ♥♥♥♥♥♥ подстилка беззубая ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ жди пока мамку твою найдут и изнасилуют и потом фоточку разчлененки отошлют

In recent times, i've finally tracked down my first ever homeless person. I knew him well, back when i was little he'd walk around the streets in a suit, a big businessman, however he lost everything in the crash of '87. Ever since then he wasn't himself, so i put him out of his misery. The scream he let out as his soul was leaving his body was not one of pain - but one of acceptance, and indifference. I found it dull, similar to how i find your Dead by Daylight gameplay.

Yesterday, I was on a late night walk when my hands were shaking and I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol addiction or the weather getting colder that was the root of the issue. So, I had to strangle the unsuspecting stranger who was walking in front of me to satiate my bloodlust. After I was done, I had felt a warmth like I had never felt before. It was an embrace most welcome. However, things did not last long; When I was forced to endure your sub-par Dead by Daylight gameplay, the warmth holding me ever so tightly was gone - blown away in the wind. I was enraged, saddened, and distraught. I knew one thing for certain: I had to kill again. My bloodthirst and my feelings of anger and hatred piled up all at once, so I had to end the poor existence of a soul I once called my dear friend. He shan't be named. I could no longer live with this guilt; hence my confession - but know, I find solace in your comments.

good 1v1er woulda wanted to learn from u but thats not how comp players are ig

son