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This isn’t the first time this has happened.

I have no idea who this person is—and at this point, I’m starting to think it might be an entire group—but they seem hell-bent on trolling me and harassing me. It’s been happening for months now, and this whole thing is eating me alive, like a zombie virus slowly taking over my system until I’m left as nothing but a skittish husk. They’re all empty threats; nothing has come from their weird comments or ominous DMs.Yet.And that’s the issue. With each passing day, with each stream, I get a little bit more paranoid.

What if they know who I am?

What if they do know where I live?

What if they do something?

A notification pops up on my phone, and I glance down to see a text from my main moderator, who is basically my personal assistant.

RICK:Blocked them and added the phrase to the list

RICK:Hope you’re ok

ME:Thanks :) I’m hanging in there

RICK:ok. LMK if you need anything

Rick’s a lifesaver. Without him, I’d be stuck monitoring and filtering through all my social media alone. I feel a little bad that he has to deal with a litany of dick pics, poems, and solicitations in my stead, but…better him than me.

“Shit.”

I totally zoned out.

“Hey, guys?”

I swivel my character around but don’t see either of them. Dammit. They seriously abandoned me? This map is hard enough as it is, let alone solo.

And after all that crap Jackson gave about being co-op.Hypocrite.

I head into the building and start calling out for them as I traverse the corridors. Yelling their names is a surefire way to get me killed if a wyrm is near, but it’s a chance I’ll take.

“Lee?” I shine my flashlight on and off, on and off, as I search for loot and my shitty teammates. “Leeeeeeee?”

“Just jump.”

I still at the sound of Jackson’s deep voice.

“If I miss, I’ll die,” she whines.

“If you stay there, you’ll also die.”

“Hey, guys?” I call out, continuing in the same direction.

“There you are,” he sighs. “Come watch Lee die.”

“Come watch me die? You bastard.”

I walk through an archway to find Lee’s character trapped on the other side of a broken bridge. She is perched on the railing and there’s a round slime creature on the ground trying to engulf her.

“You’re gonna need to jump, babes.”

“I know,” she grinds out.

“I’m giving you three seconds, then I’m leaving,” Jackson flatly announces.

“Fine!” she huffs. “God. I don’t know why I play these games with you two. If this wasFrozeLine, you’d be eating your words.”

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