say something that is not an opinion or a insult
By avogadoposter | Updated 02/09/26(Mon)18:33:51
say something that is not an opinion or a insult
Mark closed his laptop with a smirk. In only a few tweets, he had managed to put himself on the lips of the entire Korean peninsula. With the next few days, bloodthirsty liberal hound dogs would blog about it, spreading his name in fear. Mark resigned to a night of celebration.
He woke the next morning holding a note he didn't remember writing. Scrawled in black pen on a yellow square it read: “I’m on my way.” It was his handwriting, perhaps a mid-sleep rumination withered away into nonsense by the morning light. Mark focused instead on angry Koreans.
The next day brought even more outrage as Buzzfeed and Pitchfork took turns bleating like sheep about him. It also brought a new note, again in his handwriting. “I'm closer now,” it read. He flushed his ambien, certain they were causing him to act out in the dark of the night.
The latest note was written in Korean, and Mark only knew this because he was suddenly able to read the words. “I've given you a final gift,” it answered his unspoken question. That night he installed a webcam in his room and slept nervously in fear of what he'd see on the tape.
The footage played back in night vision before him. The blogs were still complaining and he was gaining followers but Mark could only stare at himself on screen, writing in Korean with his eyes shut. “I’m here” it read. And with that came a knock at his door.
The knocking continued throughout the day. Always three soft, patient knocks. Mark suddenly knew what would happen when that door opened. She’d spoken it in his mind, laughing through bursts of static, and for the first time he'd felt the humbling silence of regret
Mark quickly set up his studio equipment. This would be the video that makes him famous, no matter the cost. As he prepared his video blaming KPOP fans for sending him a Korean ghost, he wondered if there was a smarter play in all this, for she was in his head now As the knocking grew more and more violent, Mark conceded that his own words had got him into this mess, so they must get him out. He found those words coming back to him now, forming the tunnel with which he could escape this madness. He hit record, and began speaking
His filmed apology was accepted as a rare moment of grace from Mark, who awoke with a grumble from where he'd passed out at his desk. The note in his hand read “You just missed me.” His front door was wide open, wet footprints leading from outside, ending right out of arm's reach
Was it truly over? Mark slept soundly that night in the solace of not knowing the answer for once. The next day, with no note waiting for him, he decided it would be best to leave the Koreans alone and stick to pissing off black people.
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