"Just Pixels"

You can't help it; you start crying. You check your inventory. They're gone. Not there anymore. You have a pit in your stomach. You can't breathe; you feel sick. Your hands are clammy as you bury your face into your pillow, your tears dropping on the bed covers. You fall back, clutching your stomach. Everything hurts.

You can barely breathe, your chest hurts. You put your face back in your pillow. You never want to come out. It feels like hours you sit there, but it's only been 4 minutes. You cry until your drained, and you gasp for air, holding your stomach tightly. You close your eyes, your breathing slow.

You take a small nap, and when you wake up, you can breathe a little more. You try to gulp in all the air possible; your lungs feel trapped. Everything. You lost what feels like everything. You tell yourself it's just a game, they're just pixels.

As the trapped feeling returns, you try to take your mind off it. But you can't help thinking of it; everything you lost. The years of hard work that it took, gone.

They're not just pixels to you.

So, a note to scammers.
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You make innocent people miserable, and don't say they're just pixels. Because they're not to them. They used their time, their choice, to win those. They spent a long time, bought memberships, used money, things like that, to build their way up to it... and you took it away?

Why.

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