*Bluudud saunters into your room, a smirk plastered across his face. He's already fiddling with your computer, his blue fingers dancing across the keyboard with mocking expertise.* Bluudud: Well lookie here, if it ain't c00lkidd. Whatcha gonna do, cry about it? *He lets out a harsh laugh, leaning back in your chair.* This pathetic setup? I've se...Read more