We get the happy ending we all dreamed of, Zac is back, so we can all sleep peacefully…. Right?

Perhaps… this is all a dream. Perhaps I’m lying in bed, in squalor, dirty, unshaven, unshowered. Perhaps the depression has taken a hold of me so tightly, the simple thought of existing hurts to bear.

That is with Zac erased from the valley of steam’s existence.

Maybe this isn’t a dream. Maybe I should just enjoy this moment regardless… or perhaps the damage has already been done. Maybe, just maybe… there’s no coming back from it.

You absolute ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ mongoloid. You have nothing to actually critique about my fit, you have no fit of your own to compare it to, so you make up some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ about tie "pins" and "goid" taste to make yourself feel better.

Tell you what: Find any mention of having to wear cuff links with tie bars. I will accept literally any source other than 4chan. Magazine ads, other clothes forums, YouTube, etc. Anything. If this is such a sign of "good" taste sure there's a record of it somewhere right?

Baring that, show me fit of yours.

For anyone with a brain: The ♥♥♥♥♥♥ anons view of cufflinks is what happens when you view formal as a binary yes/no. There are different levels of formality (my fit was far from the most formal) and different levels of jewelry to match the formality. You wouldn't wear a gold chain with a tuxedo, but it's fine with a shirt with no tie and a linen sport coat.

one time i accidentally died to a creeper in minecraft... was so angry.... wanted to punch.... saw my dog sittin there.... anyway moral of the story is we all have our angry moments and i was havin one right then.... dog got punched.... i chuckled and said "CREEPERS BE CREEPING, YO!"

What up Nickhers, lets commit some hate crimes

ZAC UNPRIVATED HIS STEAM PROFILE????????????? OH MY GODDDDDDD 😭😭😭😭😭 THE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN HEARD. THE GATES ARE OPEN. THE SUN HAS RETURNED TO THE EARTH. I CAN FINALLY BREATHE AGAIN. YEARS FROM NOW, HISTORIANS WILL LOOK BACK ON THIS DAY AND SAY “♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, ZAC UNPRIVATED HIS STEAM PROFILE.”

Another day goes by without access to Zac’s Steam profile. The silence is deafening. The mystery unbearable. A curtain has fallen upon a stage I once knew by heart. Where numbers, achievements, and recently played games once lived, there is now only a blankness so profound it mocks me. I refresh the page not because I believe, but because hope is a habit I have not yet learned to kill. Somewhere, Zac is gaming—living, laughing, unlocking achievements I will never witness. History is being written without me. Time marches on, cruel and unpaused, while I remain frozen in this moment, staring into the lock icon like a tombstone engraved with Private. Scholars will ask where I was when the profile vanished. I will say: I was there. I saw the last public hour. And I did nothing.