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BIG OL’ FUCKING NOPE

Dear PM Admins,

As you can see I just killed off my character, my baby. Why you ask? Because of you, because you have made me feel not only unwanted, but you have basically made me feel like everything I do is WRONG! I cannot deal with the fucking stress that I go through each and every time I get on here. I honest to god thought this was going to be a fun place to be, but I was absolutely wrong! There is no fucking way I’m going to stay in a place where every thing I do is wrong, every move i make I get told I can’t do. And then to have my character basically called a fucking DOG! I’m sorry, that is just a BIG OL’ NOPE for me. You have your priorities fucked up.

I honestly don’t know what you all are playing at, but I’m not going to continue to play your games. It’s sick and unfair to those who just want to come on and have fun. From the get go you admins have been nothing but fucking manipulative. and I have had enough. So kindly stop.

I am not going to be a puppet in your stupid game, if you wanted the story to ge a certain way, then you should’ve kept it in a small roleplay, not a big one where plots are bound to happen, plots that you may not like. If you don’t like a certain ship, then bugger off and ignore it. Once I started to get along with a certain person, you made it clear that I wasn’t allowed to because OMEGAS weren’t allowed to. LIKE oh, okay. OMEGAS are supposed to be friendless losers. No, you want omegas to fight for their rights, but then when Jordan does, you call him a fucking DOG and call it fucking beastiality. NEWS FLASH ALPHAS FUCK OMEGAS ON A DAILY! SO Bestiality is a social NORM! One of the first post Jonsey ever made was, Do you know where any omegas are?!

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK EVEN. I’m not okay with this. So go to hell.

this is my resignation. I quit. And am done.

As an admin, you need to not fight with someone when they have a compliant. You need to talk it out with them. Not be condesending. Not tell them they’re wrong.. So yah, I think you’re all shit. If you didnt’ want me around, you should’ve just said so instead of picking both my characters at “RANDOM’ because that’s just bull. And I also find it unfair that me actually giving the event some worth, is rights to being kicked out. Sure it’s not following the rules. But when do the admins follow the rules HMMMMM... think about that, Scott’s got fucking Special Snowflake syndrome so does Stiles and Oswald.

I’m not fucking sorry that I killed Jordan off, because He was bound to die, you all kept reminding me that if he kept speaking out, he’d die. So I killed him for you. I hope you keep him dead you bitches.

Next time you decide to make a world like this, make it into a fucking fan fiction.

Again.. I fucking quit.

#Fuck you guys.#packstarter #I didn't get to say my piece

Blood Runs Cold || Self Para

This wasn’t supposed to happen, Jordan and Derek were supposed to be happy and in love and having children. It was meant to be perfect, just like they had planned in their childhood. But nothing was going right and now, here Jordan was, sitting in some dark room, his head hurting, and he was sure it was bleeding. Jordan groaned, the last thing he remembered was kicking Derek out of his apartment because Scott McCall had been fucking right. He let his head roll back onto his shoulders, why did it have to be that way, why did the alphas always have to get their ways. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes. He wanted to wipe them away but he couldn’t, his hands were tied behind him, he couldn’t move even a little bit. The whole room was cloaked in darkness, but he could here someone or something moving in the corner. It sounded like another person, the noises were unsettling. Before Jordan could even call out to the person, Jordan felt something hit the back of his head and once more he was consumed by darkness.

Jordan’s vision was swimming as he started to come too. He once more tried to move, only to find his hands were once more tied, this time in front of him, and to a steering wheel. He let out a small whimper as he tried to turn his head. He was trapped in a car, in the middle of the police department’s back lot. What was this some sick joke? Jordan felt like he was going to be sick, maybe someone in the department had felt he deserved to die. Maybe McCall had hired someone to kill him. The thought alone made him shiver and let out a sob. He didn’t want to die like this. He didn’t even get to have a child with Derek or get married to him. He had so many regrets. He had watched children kill his friends, watched people get blown up, and he had tried to save people by disarming bombs. Never once had he killed anyone though. It was one thing he was grateful for. If he was going to die tonight, Jordan Parrish was glad he had never taken a life. He had saved plenty though.

As Jordan sat in the silence of the car, waiting for something to happen, he thought about his life and how horribly wrong things had gone. It had spiralled out of control in a matter of weeks and it was all just wrong. He let out another sob. He just wanted to apologize to Derek and be there for him when he got back from Alpha conversion camp. As another whimper/sob escaped Jordan, he saw something from the corner of his eyes.. It was a body, a person moving around the car, holding what looked like a gas can. Jordan gulped as he watched them move, covering the car in gasoline. Jordan could smell it now. It reeked and he wanted to throw up so badly. But he refused to let his body be found like that. Even if his body was found burned to a crisp. The thought of dying didn’t scare him, no it was the thought of leaving the omegas he helped and leaving Derek. The tears started to fall as Jordan watched the person smirk, watched as he tossed the gas can into the trunk before walking over to the driver’s side window. The person’s eyes flashed the colour of their status before laughing. “They already think you killed people Parrish, you’ll be dead before they can even find you. You’ll be thought of the disgraced omega who killed themselves because of guilt and stress. The one who got sick of his life, couldn’t take the denial from his alpha lover, couldn’t take the fact that he’s not even good enough to be thought of an actual person.” The person talking clearly was disguising their voice. “You’re even leaving a confession and a suicide not on the door to the police station.”

It was obvious this person was the murderer, Jordan refused to look at the murderer as tears slid down his face, but he was sure the man was holding up a manila envelope as proof that there was indeed two letters written up. Jordan was screwed, to hell and back and he would never get to say goodbye to derek. He let out another sob as he felt the heat of the lighter near his face. This was it, this was the end for Jordan Parrish. No one was going to save him, no one even knew he was there. He let out another sob as he watched the lighter being tossed into the car. It light almost instantly. “You deserve to burn in hell omega. You have had to much freedom. This is the perfect death for you.”

That was the last thing Jordan heard before the sound of the roaring fire consumed him. He felt the flames licking at his skin, his heart racing. It was too much, soon the pain became too much and he blacked out. As the flames reached the enginge, the car exploded, Jordan Parrish was no more.

The only thing that remained of him was the note that was attached to the doors of the police station. His confession to the murders that happened in his apartment and his suicide note.

To whom it may concern,

If you are reading this I am dead, I have killed myself. The depression and the PTSD was getting to be to much. It should be obvious since I simply cracked and killed the omegas I was housing. I should be sorry, but I’m not. No one will miss me. The man I thought I loved, has obviously moved on, he has a soulmate and lied to me. It broke me, I was foolish to think an omega like me could be loved by an alpha like him. So I did the world a favor and killed myself. I have nothing for the world to have. this is simply to let you know that I know what I did and I’m not sorry. I was just simply not able to handle reality anymore.

-J. Parrish