Mason C.
As the sun rises over an obscure lake
As the sun rises over an obscure lake, casting long shadows across its still surface, something nags at me that's not entirely clear - perhaps it's those shady practices perpetuated by worse than corrupt organizations like Kryptonomy. With a growing sense of discontent and disillusionment, I am compelled to express my frustration about being utterly swindled out of funds entrusted to their 'custody'. Each withdrawal request made is met with eerie silence, which only deepens the darkness already plaguing me. The quiet whirring of time ticking by has come to an abrupt halt - in fact it's 8:34 AM at present and not the usual expected hour of 8:30; this uninvited interruption brings on a torrential downpour that obliterates any hope for order I had anticipated amidst chaos. A weight settles upon my chest as despair overcomes me, with tears pricking against each eyelid - there isn't anything left in store now save disappointment as the news of impending strikes looms large worldwide and stuns many by casting shadows of instability on all it touches. Desperate to recoup losses incurred after crooks shut down access once I'd finally received a portion back from GuerrillaChargeback, following this bizarre ordeal that might very well have been conceived in hell - even with the grudging acceptance given me for now when one sees no other means available. This is what life will be like henceforth: trusting nothing further save myself.