u/Brave_Ad_6719

I was only at the tender age of 36 when It happened, this horrible yet enticing story I am prepared to read to you. I am a big Disventure Camp fan, more than most of the people around me on an average day. I've watched every season, and episode along with the greetings. It always brings me immense joy and giddiness to see my favourite characters undergo all forms of tomfoolery and hooligan activities.

Out of all of the cast of every season, one man stands out amongst the rest in my big blue watery eyes, that being Thomas Reed. Not only does he speak to me on an emotional level, he also speaks to me in ways that would worry a therapist, but thrill a poet.

I have laughed at his good moments, and cried at his worst, I felt as if I understood him deeply… until that day arrived… the one that shattered the confines of my naive mind…

It was a Thursday and I had just returned home from Schooling grabbing the big cartoonishly large doorhandle of my cardboard house, passing my parents and many hamsters to arrive in my room which was the cartoonish mouse hole in the wall. Sitting on my bed made of mattress samples I reached for my laptop which was only half charged plugged into a generator.

Opening Odd Nations patreon which I was a member of the Storm Survivors tier, which was unfortunate as my parents could only afford diamonds. I scrolled down the website wrapping my soft moisturised hands around my mouse when I saw something beautiful.

My eyes popped out of their sockets and flew back into my skull, the kickback of which sent me careening into a nearby wall which produced a loud thud. The message I had seen was written in large bold text

‘Personalised Greeting from TOM 105 dollar doos USD’

I looked at a large stack of the exact amount of moola I needed sitting on the top of my dresser looking at me like the green goblin mask from the movie Spider Man (2002) Featuring Tobey Maguire and Willem Dafoe. I looked directly at the viewers and raised my eyebrows up and down like the villain I was and flew up to my dresser grabbing the fat stack before shoving the money into the USB port of my laptop which was still charging using the generator. The money was wired directly into the patreon and the little green man that lived in my laptop took it.

I put my hands behind my head and kicked my feet up on my nearby desk as I smiled a big toothy grin showing my three teeth individually, that’s when my eyes darted towards the laptop's big bright and shiny screen.

‘Your greeting is reay’

I found this confusing as it usually takes a while for these greetings to make, however I was more preoccupied with fixing the spelling mistake. A window opened on my desktop that was so bright it burnt my retinas. Opening the window I saw Tom sitting on the Island in a relaxed manner before saying to the cameraman

‘Hello Brave Ad, I’m so happy you requested a greeting from me’

A large hefty tear ran down my cheek quickly dehydrating me, until my face contorted into shock and horror as he spoke again.

‘Unfortunately for you, I have decided to become Evil and Twisted’

I screamed, holding a hand over my forehead and closing my eyes like a Medieval Maiden who had just seen her valiant knight be slain in combat. I quickly held the laptop by its shoulders and screamed ‘NO!Thomas Reed, this isn’t you!’ the volume of which set off nearby car alarms.

That’s when Thomas’s face became hyper realistic, with red bulging eyes and a horrifically botched haircut. He spoke to me in a voice that was like Tom’s but not Tom’s.

‘I will be at your house shortly.’

Quickly jumping so high I dented the roof after which darted down the stairs like a burly man in a hummer watching madagascar as he merges without looking, but by then it was too late. Tom was standing in my doorway. He loomed over my scrawny track athlete physique as he smiled a big toothy grin.

‘Let’s boogie oogie oogie, That’s what I say right?’

I screamed like a little girl as he reached into his pocket digging around for a magical item, as packets of gum and receipts for miscellaneous items he purchased from the local Walmart fell out. I shook my head no, but he shook his head yes. From his pocket he produced a tiny thing? And pointed it in my general direction.

‘See you in the next season…’

I covered my face with my hands under the impression if I didn’t see him he didn’t exist but I was quickly proved wrong as I felt a large force pushing towards Tom like I just got hit by a Ford F150, and finally everything went black.

That is all I remember from the encounter with Thomas Reed, as I write this I am stuck in the Disventure camp world and haven’t eaten or drank anything in 24 hours as all the buffets and kiosk’s food gives me diarrhea, and the water isn’t Evian.

If you read this, please help me by doordashing me with anything that doesn’t have gluten in it because my stomach can’t handle anymore jambalaya with whole grain rice. And whatever you do… don’t get a greeting from Tom.

Best elimination, best moments, I'll go first definitely Ernesto