In my house in order to keep your sanity, you must make someone the object of your hatred.
But the dilemma is that in a situation where you make a direct show of hatred towards somebody, you become ostracized and disappear.
That's how my younger brother died. He expressed his hatred towards this foolishness.
Towards my father. I don't even know how it happened.
I just woke up one morning and he wasn't there anymore and no one ever talked about it.
Now I have to figure out how he died and who killed him while playing their hard-core hate game.
I call this a disaster tier game.
The only problem is that I have to actually be in the house in order to do something like that.
Where am I you ask?
I'm currently tied up and almost fully naked and I bet you my balls that I'm in an aircraft.
I'm being trafficked.
How the hell did I even get here.
One moment I was sleeping on my bed.
The next I was here. Guess someone plans to stop me even before I start.
Alright I guess that it means that it just turned into a god tier game.