It all started when I went to mr. "Psychologist" guy, a real friendly and always-smiling kind of guy, you know, the type that's probably a cheat in disguise. He told me that though meta cognition has an appeal to most people, it'd be stupid for the type of psychological help I needed.
He told me that I was second class; which of course came as a shock to me. Me, a second class? How absurd. I mean sure, I play games all day long, and I even insist on using true turqouise as a preferred skin on my car, even though everyone says that true turqoise is ugly, and I tend to eat a loaf of bread once a week or so, even though it has too much fig in it, but a second class citizen? Surely you jest, mr psychologist.
He then had the audacity to offer me a cheese potato. I was disgusted by this, but wanted to try it out seeing how I had never had one before. It tasted funny at first, but then I could feel how it was actually spoiled and rotten so I quickly spat it out.
I quickly reached for the nearest thing to take away the bad taste in my mouth, but what I grabbed a hold of was a lemon. Sour and bitter. Nothing that I'd like to experience again.
I asked mr psychologist if this was a joke, to which he replied "This is a shitpost and you're getting banned in five"
wtf did he mean m8 I never saw him again, but I heard his skeleton collapsed
Let me tell you a story about why I hate five