karl3＠writeme.com wrote:
karl3＠writeme.com wrote:
karl3＠writeme.com wrote: traffick boss was sprouting in the woods his plan was to sadistically and horrifically torture people, shattering minds of communites in ways that held a sense of real, true evil so severely that it would be like the impact of a nuclear explosion, leaving reality corrupt for any who ventured near like usual the woodland was previously full of happy and carefree innocents, living a utopic existence free of harm or worry they had heard of worries, but didn't really seriously believe in them idea: "you don't want to give him a hug. he needs more than the huggers would live through." pensation "i don't believe you shouldn't give him a hug. he obviously needs one! even if we die, won't he need the hugs we gave our lives for, in order to heal and stop [killing everyone]?"
innocent to sprouting sadistic genocider: "they're telling me you're dangerous. i believe you can be dangerous! but i know you need to be heard! we won't believe that you don't need people to care for you! we care about whatever your experience is! we really truly do!" traffick boss was still sprouting, and wasn't able to reply