![]() You play on your gaming system, but everything just seemed sadder. You sit down and watch your little bug friend, Timmy, build another web. A little virus won't kill you now, will it? You being in that cell all this time, you must still be alive. I am really looking forward to seeing you again. I am walking through these streets all alone. There was another piece of paper in the envelope. We would like to remind you that you are loved and that you must remain happy. It has come to our attention that your happy buddy has stopped talking to you. You play the game in remembrance of him, until you get another letter. It really was as bad a game as Mr.Smiley had said so. "Crank master" it was a game where you shifted gears with levers till you get a happy face. You open up your gaming system and look at the last game he gave you. But, to be honest, it was easy to figure out from the beginning. Mr.Smiley, the one you got the letter sent to on accident, was your happy buddy. His only source of motivation to live, was destroyed. He was desperate for the last ounce of hope he had. He was really just desperate for his daughters to live. You sit down on your bed and stare that the "happy" poster he gave you. You never know how much more time you have. You are one of the only ones left who are still healthy. I will not survive the procedure of course. I signed for them to take all of my organs, money up front. I have already sold one of my lungs yesterday. I don't have the money for the expenses, but there's a huge market for organs now. Your heart drops at those words "I don't care" you knew that it was going to happen, but to hear someone who said many nice, fake, messages, it was kinda a shocker. You wake up with a jolt from the terrible nightmare. ![]()
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