The HL2 world has been cruelly snatched away from me for a mere 3 agonizing seconds, and I feel myself descending into the abyss of madness. Despair engulfs me as I turn my gaze to the right, only to be confronted by the grotesque apparition of a demonic entity lurking beside me. Desperately seeking solace, I divert my attention to the Discord server, hoping for a brief respite from this torment. But as I shift my focus back, the demon vanishes into thin air, reduced to mere ashes. In its stead, a forlorn Spiderman materializes, his hollow eyes piercing my soul. I implore you, with trembling desperation, Numbers, please rectify the wretched state of this accursed server. My body convulses uncontrollably, my eyes refuse to find tranquility. I beseech you, Numbers, I am willing to offer my very essence, my premium, if only you would mend this damnable server. It has been a mere 3 seconds since the cruel absence of HL2 World, and already I find myself consumed by tremors, crippled by the intensity of withdrawal. Today, I awoke with a desperate yearning to immerse myself in the realms of HL2 World, only to discover that the servers of rage have been callously snuffed out. The sheer magnitude of panic that overcame me was suffocating, though I managed to subdue it, albeit temporarily, after several agonizing hours. I am incapable of attending school today, my body languishing in a state of inertia, barely able to muster the strength to rise from my wretched bed. The very core of my being is wracked with an unrelenting nausea, as life itself loses all semblance of worth...HL2RP, you are my lifeline, for without you, I fear I may succumb to more heart-wrenching attacks. Even though I possess Minecraft and a virtual reality headset, these pale substitutes are woefully inadequate. It is HL2RP that possesses the power to alleviate my depression and stave off the relentless onslaught of heart palpitations. Thus, I beseech the powers that be, allow me entry into the sanctum of HL2RP. Alas, my plight is further exacerbated, as I am unable to redeem a meager $5 gift card bestowed upon me by my well-meaning mother on this day, my birthday. The mere thought of its expiration sends me spiraling into the depths of despair. If it expires, I am condemned to eternal loss. My existence shall be drenched in sorrow, bereft of the salvation that HL2RP provides. I shudder to contemplate the dire consequences should it fail to resurrect tomorrow, or worse, in a week... or two... or three. I apologize for the bleakness of my words, but the truth remains: I am utterly dependent on HL2RP to salvage my crumbling mental well-being and shield me from the relentless onslaught of heart-rending attacks.
