EVERY SINGLE GAME. Every single game I am abused, I am thrown away and thrown to the sidelines of being cursed, tortured, of being a crewmate, crewmate, crewmate. Every single game. This shitty game which I spent a fortune on is just a chore simulator. I have come to a point where I no longer about being killed by the impostor, in fact, I welcome it, the faster that I am killed along with all of my other subhuman crewmate trash. In fact this might be what I deserve for being a crewmate, this is what I deserve. I have been cursed to eternal damnation and the impostors are the beautiful hands of God coming down to punish me. This is trash. Honestly I am .3 seconds away from opening my window and jumping out of it, that’s what I deserve as a crewmate. This game is just subliminal messaging me to kill myself. This game knows that I have been an immoral and evil person who has been cast aside, cursed to play impostor until I fucking Kurt Cobain myself. THIS IS WHAT I GET. THIS IS MY DIVINE PUNISHMENT. GOD FUCKING DAMNIT. I FUCKING SWEAR TO ALLAH (peace be upon him) I DESPISE THIS GAME. The fact that Logan made me buy it was the tipping point. Logan is in cahoots with the goddamn developers to get me to shove a German WW1 stick grenade up my urethra and just blow my cock off and bleed out. I will fucking throw myself onto a bed of spikes in the middle of the desert. This is what I deserve. This is what I get. This is who I am as a crewmate. Being a crewmate is beyond hell. This game has made my brain turn into fucking TV static. TV static that tells me to off myself while doing countless meaningless fucking chores while I play this game. This game is a chore simulator, made by Logan to get me to kill myself. THIS IS MY PUNISHMENT. THE CREWMATE IS ME. I AM CREWMATE.