Miles laid on his couch, "hehehehehehehehehe" he laughed taking another hit of the weed, "Mann Jack was right. This is fucking amazing!" He stared at the ceiling, colors spun. He was so relaxed, Miles stared at his desk. "Mmm, fuck Murkoff!" He flipped the desk off and chanted fuck Murkoff, he fell off of the couch, "ShhHIIIITTTT."
He fell on his face, his grinder shattered. "Aw. Fuckkkkkkkk." He rubbed his eyes and saw someone staring at him. He backed up, "HEY- How did you get- how did-" the person cut him off. "You shouldn't be smoking weed, what you should be doing is trying to expose Murkoff and get that validation you ever so crave." He squinted, "HEY I don't need you breaking in and Telling me what to do!" The person rolled their eyes. Walking over to the desk and throwing a folder at him, Miles ducked. When he went back up to curse the rude intruder off, he was gone.
"The fuck-" Miles sobered up, once he finished he read the folder that was thrown at him. "Murkoffs mass firing spree??" He was confused. "Why do I need to know that Murkoff fired a bunch of people??" He read it on the floor, "so over 30-50 people were fired, And half of them went missing a week later. Either from suicide, or they went on the run." He didn't think it was useful until he found out that people went missing right after being fired. He scribbled it down. "Hm, I don't understand why Murkoff needs to kill whoever they fire. Or snitches, what are they hiding??" He was so tempted to track down the location of that email that was sent to him and go himself, but he didn't wanna risk it heaven forbid, he found something horrible there even though it could definitely end Murkoff, his life isn't worth it… is it?
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Adrenaline Rush to Madness.
HorrorMiles Upshur is a 30 year old freelance journalist, and lately his depression has been beating the shit out of him, causing his crave for validation to get really bad. but one day when a certain email comes in it sparks a shit show of problems, firs...
