Criminality

I was in my room during a cold December night of 2022; hot cocoa on my desk while I was playing Criminality. I had always loved Criminality, as I was level 81 and had major amounts of skill. However, I would no longer have the same love for Criminality after what had happened that night. While I was owning noobs with an AKS-74U, I noticed something oddly peculiar: a picture of RVVZ's, or Roman Trotman's, face. However, it wasn't just any regular photograph of his face, but he had hyper-realistic bleeding eyes with the word "666" written in blood on his door (artist's depiction attached). I walked over to it, wondering if it was some sort of inside joke with the people over at Criminality: Jobs. That was a decision I will forever regret.

As soon as I approached the image, I heard a blood-curdling screech, which sounded like the one of a teenage girl. I absolutely pissed my pants, but shat my pants when I heard a voice akin to KSI's saying, "I mean, you're pretty hot." Not even a second after, I heard kicking on my door, which fortunately wasn't the FBI after my child exploitation material. Still, I cowered like the ♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥ boy I was, and when the door combusted, I saw the black man himself. He shouted at me, "what's up, cracka-ass punk!" I remained silent, and soon he followed up with, "get ready for me to penetrate your virgin boy ♥♥♥♥♥ with my 12 inch London shank!"

I could do nothing now, but watch Mr. Trotman make me his ♥♥♥♥♥. He unzipped his trousers and got to work on raping my pathetic, little, tight butthole with his long, girthy, veiny, erect ♥♥♥♥, finishing by filling me up with his love batter. This was it. This was the end for my love for Criminality. Heed this warning: if you ever see Roman Trotman's mirror selfie, look away as soon as possible. The less people suffering the same fate as I did, the more safe I feel from that bastard.