![]() ![]() If a man doesn't have his pride, his sense of self worth if he lies in bed at night contemplating the day and can put a mental check mark next to each task he intended to fulfill save for one, night after night, what is his quality of life? When one realizes that 'good enough,' despite one's best intentions, has never actually been good enough, what should be the next course of action?. ![]() I think you and I know more about the other than we ever let on, and Erynn was, is the common denominator in the equation. I need not remind you of the relationship the three of us had. So much so that although he intended to play only for an hour or so, until 10 at the latest, then watch the pirated Avengers film, he wound up staying in the world of Huniepop until just past midnight without realizing how much time had passed. As he continued to play through the 'dates' in Huniepop, it became apparent that he did in fact like this style of game. ![]() Mario, and the obligatory Tetris binge in his childhood, Jeff had never really played many tile-matching puzzlers, and didn't know whether he liked them or not. Jeff played through the first tutorial round and it became apparent that the main gameplay was going to be based on puzzle matching along the lines of Candy Crush or Bejeweled. This was the type of game he would likely have hidden from his wife if she was still around. Jeff played along, too embarrassed to admit that he thought the flick was actually pretty hot. Although he and Erynn had checked out a few hentai videos early in their marriage one drunken night (well, truth be told, only Jeff had been drunk), Erynn had mostly giggled and made fun of the inane plots and ludicrously proportioned women. Huniepop started with a jaunty tune and the image of a harem's worth of busty, western looking anime girls. So after a quick glance into the life of an adventurous goat, he started up game with the naked chicks, intending to play for a bit before watching the unreleased Avengers sequel. He knew it was something to do with naked anime chicks, and that was enough to pique his curiosity. Goat Simulator was pretty self explanatory, but all he really knew about Huniepop was that it was some kind of "H-dating sim," whatever that was. But free is free, so he downloaded and installed all the games. Not being much of a PC gamer, Jeff was only vaguely familiar with Goat Simulator and Huniepop, and thought of them as simply novelty games. The cracked games included titles from the Counter-Strike, and Dead Island series, as well as two stand alones Goat Simulator, and Huniepop. The e-mail read that the attachments contained a few cracked Steam games, and a bootlegged copy of the new Avengers movie that wasn't coming out for another week or so. The subject of the e-mail (Hey man check this out) was vague enough that Jeff had no idea what was in it, only noting that it had several attachments. Jeff never worried about it too much, at 27 and 24 years old when she died, he and Erynn had been married for a few years, and if she had a little crush on another guy, it didn't make him feel too jealous or threatened. ![]() Honestly, Jeff had always wondered if his wife had a little bit of a crush on Kevin. They hadn't really spoken much since the funeral. It was a bit strange to get a message from Kevin out of the blue like this. This particular message appeared to have been sent several times in the past week or so, Jeff simply thought that this message contained some especially funny video, or amusing game, and Kevin wanted to make sure it got through. Truth be told, Kevin was much closer to Erynn than he had been to Jeff, and that was fine, but the two sometimes used to e-mail each other interesting news stories, or games, sometimes videos. Today, it was a message from a mutual friend of his and his late wife Erynn, a man named Kevin. Jeff Bauman always checked his, and usually found something interesting that he would have otherwise missed. It's a good thing that some people still take the time to check the spam folders in their e-mail accounts. The jealousy, rage, pity and despair I feel all swirl into a whirlwind of confusion even after so many months of analyzing and praying over the loss of our mutual friend. That does not negate the other emotions I hold for you in the least. This statement may prove to sound counter intuitive after you have read the remainder of this letter, but I truly do empathize, and sympathize with you in your loss. You are likely baffled and upset by what you have just experienced, but all will become clear, I hope, by the end of this correspondence.įirst and foremost I'd like to once again offer condolences on the passing of your wife. Author's Note: Yeah, it's a HuniePop based creepypasta. ![]()
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