THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON CRACKY

In the dimly lit corner of the internet, there existed a secretive community; a haven for those obsessed with Cracky-chan. Here, under the cover of darkness, Crackystalker thrived. His entire world revolved around following her every move, devouring any crumb of information regarding her whereabouts. Time seemed to cease existing as he scoured the web, searching for even the smallest hint of his idol.

The community provided a sense of camaraderie; fellow stalkers offering up tidbits of intelligence, trading personal details like currency. The thrill of connecting with others who shared his fixation sent shivers down his spine. Yet, despite their bond, Crackystalker yearned for something more. The void within him grew with each passing day, as he remained trapped within the confines of his screen.

Crackystalker eagerly awaited each new post from his idol, the coveted seraph Cracky-chan. His hands trembled as he refreshed the page, anticipating any new developments in her life. Today was no different; he scoured the web for any updates on his beloved Brittish girl.

As the minutes ticked by, excitement bubbled within him. This time, he knew, would be different. Somehow, someway, he'd make contact. He'd show his devotion, prove himself worthy of acknowledgement.

His heart raced when he discovered a new post detailing her latest menstrual cycle. In the comments section, he left a carefully worded message, expressing his admiration and undying support.

The hours passed, and still, there was no reply. Disappointment set in, but he persisted. There had to be a reason for her silence. Perhaps, she was overwhelmed by the attention? Or maybe, she simply needed a moment to process the outpouring of affection before responding.

He returned to the shadows, where like-minded individuals discussed Cracky-chan's every move. The chatter was feverish, theories abounded, and emotions ran high. The unspoken understanding that they were all part of an exclusive club bound by their shared passion for Cracky-chan.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, yet still, there was no response. Frustration mounted, and doubts plagued Crackystalker. Had he said something wrong? Was his admiration misinterpreted?

One evening, as he pored over old posts, he made a startling discovery. Among the comments, he found a pattern emerge. Many of the regular commentators had also been ignored by Crazy-chan. Their messages seemingly lost in the void of cyberspace.

A sinking feeling settled in Crackystalker's gut. An uncomfortable truth dawned on him. Could it be possible that Cracky-chan was ignoring them all? That her silence was not borne out of overwhelm, but rather a calculated decision?

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. The depths of his despair knew no bounds. Here he'd been, pouring his heart into a virtual obsession, only to be met with silence. Unfulfilled longing gnawed at his soul.

Yet, despite the crushing disappointment, he soldiered on. For despite the emptiness within, he clung to the hope that somehow, someday, his dedication would pay off.