Look What You've Done!

Fucking hell!

I got a warning.

I told you not to drive so recklessly. Every one of you was either driving like you were flying a plane or rocketing through space.

Well, happy now?

The group turned into a red triangle with an exclamation mark, and it said we'd broken the law, that it was a serious offense punishable by a fine. Jail time, here I come.

I even got an official text message!

I've been completely emotionally and mentally drained these past few days!

Do you have any idea how close I came to getting hauled in?

What a disaster!

And now you want to make a new group?

Make a group my ass. Do you really want to get me thrown in jail?

You're a bunch of heartless maggots, the lot of you. You've really screwed me over!

Could you show a little decency?

I told you to keep a low profile, to keep a low profile, but you wouldn't listen. You went around doing whatever the hell you wanted.

I said you could message each other privately, privately. You know, I know. But no, you all had to launch rockets in the group chat. It was like gongs and drums blaring, firecrackers exploding, red flags waving—like you were afraid no one would notice, like you wanted to make sure the authorities found out.

Well, happy now?

It's gone, and you nearly got me fined and thrown in jail, too.

I'm never making another group, I swear. My heart can't take it.

Updates are going to be very irregular for a while. Something's come up at home, and I'm completely emotionally and mentally drained on top of that.

And then you went and pulled a cheap sneak attack on me, with no honor at all. That was one