hiya, so uhh, somehow i got scammed(even tho i've been trading half of my life) and not in the mood of creating "tinfoil hat gang" stuff for a while, but hey, ty for reading these cursed stories anyway :D

tinfoil hat gang day 9: As I sat in my tent, trying to warm my hands over the dying campfire, I noticed a chill in the air and saw the trees outsi-chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming chris pratt is coming

tinfoil hat gang day 8: Many believe that aliens have been secretly controlling the world's supply of cheese, manipulating our snack choices and influencing our decisions to fuel their dairy-based agenda. It's said that the government's "National Mozzarella Reserve" is actually a cover for their extraterrestrial cheese overlords, who have been subtly shaping our taste buds for decades. But what they don't tell you is that the true mastermind behind this intergalactic scheme is none other than a rogue from the planet "Gouda-4."

tinfoil hat gang day 7: im out of creativity, so i'l get a day off, kiyosumi is definetely not being held hostage by mee-hee (c) not MJ

tinfoil hat gang day 6: As I stepped into the decrepit mansion, the air grew thick with a musty scent and an unnatural chill. Just then, a whisper brushed against my ear, sending chills down my spine: "There's nowhere to hide from mee-hee." As i glanced, i saw a dark-shadowy figure moonwalking towards me, i turned to flee, but the door slammed shut, sealing my fate in that cursed place with Michael Jackson.

tinfoil hat gang day 5: today i was cleaning out the attic when I stumbled upon an old box filled with letters from my late grandmother. as I read them, I felt a chill when I came across one dated just days before her death, where she mentioned seeing someone watching her from the window. the next evening, as i glanced outside, i could have sworn I saw a familiar figure standing under the streetlamp.