Imagine posing for some embarrassing stock photo work just to make a few bucks. “These photos go into enormous databases,” they tell you. “No one will ever see them.” Then you wake up one random October day to find yourself as Sexually Transmitted Diarrhea Guy
Wizard101 needs a built-in period tracker. I need Merle Ambrose to stop what he’s doing look directly at the camera and say “Young wizard, your period is coming in 4 days”
The year is 2017. I just got called a slur that I had to google to understand on Dust 2. I lay in bed and drift off to sleep. Golden light fills my room. I open my eyes for the first time ever. The decision all white boys make. Death grips, jpegmafia, or OSTs.
I seal my fate.