H A C K S

Five reasons why I hack. As for who I am? You'll find out soon enough, child, trust me, and when you do, you're going to regret. Everything...

Those juicy items are more than I can wish for. Headdresses no longer seem good to me. Skully's can be recycled without a second look, and magenta socks are nothing to me. 50 den betas will be refused. They are nothing to me anymore.

And I learned from a small glitch, from a certain place, where I read secrets about this horrible came "Animal Jam." Yes, I just called it horrible, is it not? And pixels mean something to you guys? Pathetic. I don't care if you spent hours working for them. That was dumb, too. You could've just hacked.

Around about 8, I started my own wiki. It was innocent, before it took its turn. I made the recommended language Spanish, but made inappropriate things in different languages that only a certain number of people could understand; therefore I wasn't globally blocked, at least, I was pretty sure they didn't read all my blog posts. Out of fear of being caught, either my FANDOM or my parents, I made these posts once a week.

As I grew into 4th grade, I turned 10. On my birthday, I requested my first real Animal Jam membership, but I didn't get it. This made me angry. They told me that games like that were immature, and that I had to grow up soon.

The punishments began getting severe when I played it. After a while they stopped checking over my shoulder, and I explained everything on my wiki, then made a few blog posts. Still, the danger of getting caught hovered over me.

On my 12th birthday, I managed to speak the words again, asking for a membership. Again, my parents refused. They didn't stalk my Internet views, though. At 13, I lost my account supervision and was free to do anything I wished on my computer, as I was a teenager officially now.

I discovered a lot of new things and websites, and tried downloading an Animal Jam membership and gems and diamonds generator. I clicked it, and the verification was buying a gift card- or a chance to win it, or something like that. I nervously clicked out of it. I wasn't sure about all these things yet, and I knew I couldn't remind my parents of the game or I'd be dead.

So, cautiously, I continued playing. Then, as I was browsing through wikis after checking my own, I noticed a scamming wiki. I joined it, and it helped me progress through Animal Jam- or at least from reviews. I hadn't used it yet, but I pretended I did. One day, someone accused me of looking unrare, and I assured them it was a part of my methods.

Pretty soon, I became popular and active, and some of the users weren't buying my get-up anymore. Almost 2 years later, at 15, I checked back on my childhood game, Animal Jam.

I touched my out-of-store items again, but something didn't quite feel right. So I started using all the strategies I'd learned- and get this- they worked! Happily, I began racking up points. But they never amounted to anything real. So I moved onto hacking, moving onto new levels on a game I played for the sole purpose of teaching people how to get passwords.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find another one, and I'd completed that one, so instead of waiting, I used all that I'd learned and practiced. I got away with it, making multiple spares. They had no idea that I was here! I kept hacking, eventually working my way up to plenty of magenta items.

But it wasn't enough. It never was.

A few days later, there were a bunch of victims in the newspaper, and one Animal Jam username, my Animal Jam username.

And hunger. Hunger was the main reason for my hacking. It always was.