i felt sad, friendless, and wondered if there was ever to be a place for me in this world. As i thought about my knife ingame, my eyes alit on a sharp object. It was my knife that i had gotten for my 3rd birthday by my jailor. I thought of ending the misery, the pain. Then i saw that the griefer had added me. In spite of my pain and anger, i added him and together we played many a game. I asked him his name. His name was... lucas silver. "Young michael white, he said. I have seen the future, and you shall follow in my footsteps and become a legend." So i believed him and began to do what i knew best. Troll little kids(such as yourself). Then about a month later, i heard gunshots outside my cell. What i saw brought tears to my eyes. My master and friend Trayvon (Tray-tray) was being shot by a dirty mexican. Tears in my eyes, i vowed to troll every little kid i came by.

tl;dr- this kid was in my game and i trolled him, so i feel bad and want to boost his elo