happy mommy

"I used to know what you might call "that kid" in middle school. He always smelled like he sh1t himself and wore the same clothes for freaking weeks on end. That is, his warddrobe consisted exclusively of real run-of-the-mill, generic pajamas. The kind where it's a completely solid color, the shirt buttons up and has a pocket for some reason and there's a matching pair of pants. He wore that to school and he wouldn't take the f#ckers off until they were freaking made of stains and smelled so bad that he actually noticed.

He was your typical chubby, long-haired greasy neckbeard, except it was the 7th grade and he couldn't grow facial hair. Actually, that's not actually true, he grew a really freaking weird, thin mustache that was composed of only the barest number of hairs. But his upper lip always looked wet, so you couldn't help but notice that it was there. Anyways, he liked to Bill himself as a "video game programmer". The truth was he could only program terrible-4ss text adventures in Visual Basic, and it was a darn miracle if they last more than 3 minutes and weren't easy as sh1t. He brought these freaking games into school every other week, burned to blank CD-ROMS, and he'd ask everyone to play them in the computer lab.

They were always really stpid. Your completely predictable "you wake up in a dark cell or an alien spaceship or in a forest" kind of deal. Except for one he brought in that was different. That's not to say it was actually Good, or even really an actual freaking game to be frank, just that it stood out among his other "releases".

This one, he called "Happy Mommy". And I'm the sorry sack of sh1t he insisted should play it."

- Anon

this is a recreation