You saw me selling wares from a cart. Watched my bosom jiggle as I cried over my pies. Asked me what was wrong, and I told you of my sister kidnapped by necromancers. I needed a knight errant and offered what I had. You obliged.
You entered the cave and negotiated with the evildoers. The game glitched as you took their gold instead of my sister. You saw me in the shadows just before your screen went blank.
Pop-ups cascaded with warning, warning, warning, as I downloaded hidden photos, took your money, released medical records, and made private chats public.
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