orange fanta be that good good

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help teams are dying and i have no clue how to attempt to help

give me STEVE or give me DEATH

i love puggymunch

no matter what he keeps double dicking me.
the dude has the ability to be nasty, yall just gotta pick him up and let him UNLEASH

smitty got too much sauce

ONE SHOT JOHNNY

do you think smesi is a better shitposter than me?

downfrag smesi he cant get to 4 stars

i thought he quit why is he still replying to comments?

isnt the point of quitting to just say goodbye and not make it a big deal?

refuses to play cod waw zombies with me and sandblast, cuck him from all teams until the end of time.

jk i like meinKraft

a friend made me play on console, then i got a laptop and played on a trade server

I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.

One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little anime girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little anime girl with pink curled hair and a school uniform. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 2010. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.

As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. I started feeling like she wasn't really a little anime girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind.

One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn't told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said "So, there's a little anime girl in your bathroom". "Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Pink hair?" "Curls? School uniform? Yeah. You know that's not really a little anime girl, don't you?" I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe).

Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. Then, when I was 18, I took another friend on a road trip to pack up a few things I'd left in the house (my parents hadn't managed to sell it, and wouldn't for 5 more years). The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. Not 20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for breath, and slammed the bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little pink haired anime girl who isn't really a little anime girl. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said "She's not happy. With you. You left, and you weren't supposed to". We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the fuck out at top speed. I hate anime.