One day Marky told me to kys myself on Discord, she added all her friends to our private voicecall, where I read her poetry of my own writing, and then they all laughed at me for 5 minutes straight. In the end Marky consoled me with some sort of ominous "surprise" she had prepared for me tomorrow, and that they were just fooling around, not really being mean. I went to bed with mixed feelings that night, on the verge of tears and with mildly upset stomach.

On the next morning, as I sit on my porcelain throne, scrolling through my DMs, I notice a message from Samuel Jebediah Whitcomb Hyde himself, writing from a secret alt account, he offered me a job as assistant director for his new project at the time. I was so excited I accidentally deleted the conversation and didn't remember his @, he never contacted me again, neither could I.

True story, this all really happened to me. I won't show you logs though.