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« on: August 11, 2024, 10:54:52 PM »
I have been thinking recently of an interesting and rather devastating predicament that I am sure has happened at least once or twice to many of those whom have spend a good decent percentage of time on the internet. And that would be the situation of meeting someone online, via; video game, forum, etc. That you are rather fond of. Say, you spend a good while talking with them and getting to know them. Then comes the time that they must go for the night. You say your goodbyes, and that you will speak with each other once more the next day...
GONE.
POOF!
VANISHED!!!
Only for them to completely vanish seemingly off of the face of the earth. Leading to you becoming increasing depressed for the weeks to come. Eventually leading to you printing out photographs of their profile pictures to place within picture frames surrounding a multitude of lit wax candles forming that of a shrine. Then the fears of their possible untimely demise in the time since you have last spoke with them fills your nerves with the upmost terror. So you purchase an ouija board in some last sliver of hope you have left in conjuring their spirit, even though you do not actually believe in spirits. Subsequently resulting in your beliefs being proven wrong as you accidentally summon a terrible demon that has not had contact with the human world since 1862, that will now haunt you in and your loved ones for the next 100 years. The demon steps through a portal made of burning, screaming, pulsating flesh into your bedroom, it's organs of an impossible anatomy spill out from within it's chest, dragging alongside the hardwood floor as it makes your way towards you.
And when you assume you have (hopefully) cleansed the spirit in a desperate attempt with a Bulgarian Bloodletting. Your needs not quite satiated. You begin sewing together a voodoo doll in what you can only assume to hopefully be some what in the likeness of this long lost potential friend of yours. After a crazed blind swing of frustration sweeps through your veins, you take the doll within your grasp and begin to stab it continuously with a pin. Only later to realize that the doll you crafted accidentally resembled that of the mayor of your town, and you watch on television as they report she was found dead in her office with seemingly impossible punctures and lacerations to her internal organs without any entry points from the outer flesh.
Anywho, just wondering if anyone else has any similar stories that could have taken place on Blockland, or wherever online. And did these people ever come back into your lives in the future?