I F YOU WERE KILLED TOMORROW, I WOULDN'T GO 2 YOUR FUNERAL CAUSE ID BE IN JAIL 4 KILLING YOU.
WE not TRUE HOMIES.
WE not RIDE TOGETHER.
WE not DIE TOGETHER.

♥♥♥♥ you

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There's something I need to get off of my chest. This guy ♥♥♥♥♥♥ my girlfriend, and no not in a "hey man you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ my girlfriend, that's pretty cool" way. In a "hey man you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ my girlfriend and, that's totally uncool" kind of way. This guy is the absolute worst. Really bad guy. One day I caught him cooking spaghetti, but not real spaghetti, the kind of spaghetti that's made out of lentils or some dumb garbage like that.

Anyways, I caught him with this spaghetti and I was like "hey man, that spaghetti is for girls. Are you a girl". This scum turns to me, looks me in the eyes and says "Come out Stacey, your spaghetti is ready". No lie my girlfriend Stacey comes out of his room naked as the sun in the sky, takes the stupid fake lentil noodles, and goes back into his room. Then this pig of a man looks at me and says "I guess I am". What the hell? What kind of dumb bourgeoisie pig stain does that? I was so upset man. Really so upset. I am still upset and will be upset until I die. You have done this to me, and I will ruin you. Don't forget about me, because the moment you do, I will be there to take everything you have away from you. Look out.

WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning!
Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental
hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the
staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so
they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the
machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died.

Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on
a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you
and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and
she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste
this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You
will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in your room

Back when FE:H first came out, me and my college roommates, suitemates, were all way too into XCOM 2 to really care. I don't think Fire Emblem Heroes was on my radar in 2018. My college suitemates would sneak into my room while I wasn't there and play XCOM 2 without my permission, on my PC, but more importantly, they would look at my figurine collection. I had like 43 FE7 figurines in order by bust size and they would play a cruel joke where they would move two random myrmidons in different places and see how long it would take me to notice. Yeah, I know that says a lot more about me then it does about them. I would briefly scan over my figurines everyday and see if they had taken Lyn or Erk. And then I would track them down and find someone across the hallway playing Tear Ring who was drooling over one without asking and what do you know! The figurine is missing from inside of its jar! Where did it go? Oh I found it, it's in two pieces now. No, I'm not still angry about that.