GrowTopia Survival Week (Edited)

Intro

Growtopia Survival Week (Edited and Rewritten)

*There are bad words in this book so please read at your own risk. Thanks*

I never really thought a game would mean so much to me, I never thought a single game can be my exit from reality.

I started GrowTopia on August 20th of 2013.

Ever since that day, my life has hand cuffed itself to the screen of my phone.

Pressing a screen the whole afternoon for about 4 years and 11 months.

"How pathetic." you say?

Yeah I tell myself that too, why did you hop out of college to pursue a job of pressing buttons on a screen?

Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?

Making videos and uploading them to a site for the rest of your life?

I personally ignore my thoughts, because I thought I would never find the answers.

I never had any friends, wait that's a lie.

I had a friend name Grace. She was the only friend who didn't used me to get to my brother.

We met in church along time ago, she adored my love for gaming.

She didn't judge me because I didn't dress all cool and smoke pot. She was exactly like me.

She was like my sister, in fact her last name was the same as mine. Le. Unfortunately her family moved to L.A. in 2011.

My family... Oh my family. My father was a very rich man who sold old cars his father collected.

And it got him a fortune, too bad he was hit by a truck when he was arguing in the phone with some car buyer.

My mother.. After she found out her soul mate passed away everything fell apart.

She quit her job as a school nurse and used our money to buy cigarettes.

We lost our mansion because she was out gambling or buying crack.
Until 2009 when she had a stroke due to smoking.

My brother. He was a ladies' man. He lost his virginity when he was 12.

It was disgusting when I found out. He would sneak girls into our house and then they would go to his room and do sh**.

What made it worst was he would abused me if I catch him.

I was only 10 when he started kicking me and punching me in front of his vegas sluts.

I told them when I turned 18, I'll go fly away to California to become a famous actor.

They laughed and told me to go cut myself, before slamming the door on my face.

Ha, sad he never got to know I actually did.

When I turned 18, about a month later I flew to California with my College fee and some money from the last job I worked at.

When I told him I was moving he never look so devastated in his lifetime.

Even when both of our parents died he never cried.

He didn't care much about the world, after his first girlfriend cheated on him with our cousin.

But when I told him the news about me leaving, he cried.

"PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU! IM SORRY!!" He yelled crying as I enter the taxi.

I told myself to not look back.

But I did, and his bloodshot grey eyes were the last thing I saw before I headed to California with my suitcase in hand.

Luckily I had Grace's number on my phone and I contacted her.

She picked me from the airport and her family took me in.

Grace showed me a online building game named Growtopia and that's when my life started becoming what I always wanted.

A happy life.

I took the name Cookiez4Me. A lot of people think I chose that name because I wanted to become obese or something.

But the real reason I picked that name was because, my mother used to make these delicious dark-chocolate cookies for the entire family.

And I would always say, "Mah, can I please get some cookies for me?" With my sweet Texas accent.

Then I started making videos about my growtopia experiences and my real life adventures in the past 4 years.

They were never the sad stories or the truth behind me.

I never did a draw my life even after I hit a million subscribers.

Last year on November 3rd, I got a phone call from my cousin.

Truth be told, my brother passed away the same way my father did.

He died while drunk driving around 11 pm, begging his ex to take him back.

I never went to his funeral. If I did, I would probably stick a middle finger at his tomb.

I actually had a family picture.

It was like that song "dollhouse"
Behind that picture, was a loving family.

But that loving family fell apart to pieces, like when I teared it apart.

"If your brother passed away the same way your father did, you'll probably passed away the same way your mother did." Grace mumbled once when we were fighting.

She was sorta correct.

You see, my mother saw the world different from I see it as.

And even though we both cut our selves and act all pity, I'll never be like my mother.

Because I actually want to live in this dreaded world.

I feel the need to upload videos to help other people that are going through the same situation I went through.

And that's my backstory. And it'll never come across my fans that I'm actually like this but, at least I can leave the world knowing I helped people one day.

And this all wouldn't happen if Seth and Hamumu never created the game I love and adore, Growtopia.

Thank you.