What did Null do to you? - Thread for Null-victims

When I woke up this morning, I discovered that all the food in my house had been replaced with circus peanuts (the worst candy). There was a message from Null spray painted on my living room wall where he admitted he did it, and he boarded up the doors and windows on the outside of the house so I can't get out. Now I'm stuck here with only this disgusting candy for sustenance.
 
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Sundae said:
When I woke up this morning, I discovered that all the food in my house had been replaced with circus peanuts (the worst candy). There was a message from Null spray painted on my living room wall where he admitted he did it, and he boarded up the doors and windows on the outside of the house so I can't get out. Now I'm stuck here with only this disgusting candy for sustenance.
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Common occurrence, so here’s some tips I found helpful.

Seek out the rats, and make a pact with them. Have the rats destroy the obstructions to your freedom. In return give them all the candy, and promise them even more cheese.

Hope it helps, cheers.
 
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I was in my bed comfortable when suddenly, there was a community happening. Excited I clicked the link only to be smacked in the face with a sign in.

The problem was, I had just finished an extensive battle against my cat and The Warm Spot.

So I had to surrender my sure victory, to the cat, in order to sign in at my desk. It was devastating I'll never recover.
 
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Sundae said:
When I woke up this morning, I discovered that all the food in my house had been replaced with circus peanuts (the worst candy). There was a message from Null spray painted on my living room wall where he admitted he did it, and he boarded up the doors and windows on the outside of the house so I can't get out. Now I'm stuck here with only this disgusting candy for sustenance.
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I saw Null at a grocery store in a Serbian convenience store yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
 
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In the dimming shadows of a desolate twilight, beneath the gaunt silhouette of towering cypress trees, there exists a moment suspended in the ether of the forsaken. Joshua Moon, proprietor of KiwiFarms, moves with a silence born of the void, his presence a whisper amidst the relentless cacophony of the forsaken land.

As he draws near, there is an aura about him, a haunting amalgam of enigma and disquiet. His embrace, like the grasp of a ghostly rapist, is at once both chilling and intimate, a convergence of the corporeal and the ethereal, a union forged in the crucible of solitude.

In that fleeting instant, as his arms enfold, there is a revelation—an unsettling communion with the abyss, where the boundaries of self dissolve into the ineffable expanse of the unknown. It is a testament to the relentless march of time, a fleeting respite in the relentless tide of existence.

In the embrace of "Null," there exists a paradox—a juxtaposition of warmth and chill, of solace and disquiet. It is a moment that lingers, an indelible imprint upon the fabric of the soul—a testament to the haunting beauty of the human experience, and the ever-present specter of the unknown that haunts the recesses of the mind.

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