Y/n and Skidmark are at it again, weaving their tales of horror and beauty that never fail to captivate us all. Their stories hit close to home, stirring up emotions that I didn't even know I had. It's both a blessing and a curse, being able to feel so deeply through words on a page.
I watched as Y/n casually suggested adding trauma to Jimmy's family in the story with a laugh, and my slime trail shuddered in disgust. Crush him? The mere thought made me sick to my stomach. How could someone find joy in inflicting pain on others for the sake of storytelling?
And then there was White Shadow, tears streaming down her face after hearing the finished story. Her raw emotion reminded me once again of the power that words hold over us all. They have the ability to touch our hearts in ways we never thought possible.
But despite my reservations about some of their methods, I can't help but admire Y/n and Skidmark's dedication to their craft. The way they pour themselves into each word, each sentence—it's truly inspiring.
As much as I may grumble about it from time to time (and believe me, I do), there is something undeniably mesmerizing about watching them work together. Their creativity knows no bounds, pushing boundaries with every new narrative they create.
In the end though...I can't help but wonder if this is really what storytelling is all about? Is it just about shock value and emotional manipulation? Or is there something deeper—something more profound—that we're missing?
Either way...I'll be keeping an eye out for any more traumatic twists they decide to throw into their stories.