Once there was a guy named Elvirs. He had a great life. He was a straight A student until like 6th grade maybe. Then in 8th grade he wrote this story on an app called Wappdap. It was pretty damn creepy. People tried telling him to stop, but their efforts were in vain. For he was addicted. He wrote a total of 142 parts of the same story, about his fantasies of Trachell. Eventually everyone reported him to counseling and he was arrested. He later went to prison. One of the older inmates had been making and selling shanks for years. Elvis found out and reported him to the warden, in hopes of having his sentence reduced. Word got out about what he had done and Elvirs didnt die because that's mean. He got out and got back on track. But he never became a CEO of anything.
IF ONLY HE HAD STOPPED AT 9.
