Im sitting here looking at the towel i just had my way with, and the aftermath of the mediocre high i got from it has left me in a deep depression when i realize where i am and what i do. Time for some EVE-Online? Ofcourse.
I log on and see a few of the members in my corp. They arent talking. I could give them my usual penis-slap hello, but it doesent offer me much happyness anymore as they are probably twitching in a way that shows how much they are sick of me and my alternative way of doing things. Why do i play....
Ive been in this corp for almost 2 months after trying to control a corp after been tossed around and raped from mouth to ass for about a year. When the violent rape was over, we where all tired and left our own ways. Majority went to a big bear that could keep them safe from all the butthurt (NC), while i wandered back to an former alliance of mine that was also a rape victim. I ended up as the recruiter for my corp within days and i get to push my penis thrusting agenda upon potential new members. They mostly dont join....
So why do i write all this crap? Im trying to see if it can light a new interest for me in the game.The game is currently nothing more then self-torture right now and im all out of whipped cream.
