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Sevilla, Andalucia, Spain



Notwithstanding a horrible smell of Brandy & beer on the boat, I was not sick. Au contraire I slept all the time. Fatigue, the passage. The strange food, the cold, home sickness, the thoughts of what was behind & what before nearly caused me to write a letter which would have been painful to you.
I have made great progress in French. Of course I would give much to return, but considering all things I am prepared to stay my month. Goodbye my darling Mummy.
In a moment of pure gamer rage, I (11M) activated my inner demon (Shadow Blaze + Balkan Rage) and roundhouse-kicked the router (230 km/h). The router exploded, triggering a small power surge that blacked out the entire neighborhood (3,000 homes). The FBI (United States) traced it back to me (11M) and now I’m on several watchlists (5 total).
While in juvenile detention (7 years), I became the leader of a syndicate (The WiFi Warriors) that trafficked rare Pokémon cards (1st edition Charizards). Eventually, I (11M) overthrew the warden (56M) and declared independence, forming my own sovereign nation (The Republic of Gamerville).
Now my dad (47M) says I “overreacted.” Reddit, AITA?