• Anchorxiety@reddthat.com
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    3 days ago

    Hacker man strikes again, sitting in his dark room with his hood up just so we know that he is definitely a computer hacker.

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        2 days ago

        Man, I remember those really shit recordings from a shaky phone of movies…they really really sucked.

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          While current cam videos are a lot worse than the clean data ones once it comes out on streaming, they are a lot better than they used to be. Do people set up a tripod or something now? And of course they have to wear a gray hoodie, it’s required.

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            Obviously the grey hoodie is mandatory. I’ve not really been interested in any new releases for the last decade or so. Or not interested enough to download a theatre recording anyway. 25 years ago, yeah, grabbed them all the time.

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        I get why the guy on the left has a death stare; the guy on the right looks like he wants to kill.

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      Has anyone done a fanfic of hackerman and hatman falling in love? Like hatman shows up in the dark room and instead of being scared, they kiss.

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          Only the dim glow of the screen illuminated Hackerman, leaving his face in a shrouded mystery under his hood.

          From the corner of Hackerman’s room, a figure crept out of the void. A nightmare silhouette crowned with a trillby hat. Hatman stood behind Hackerman, his cold strong hands squeezed Hackman’s shoulders.

          The frenzy of typing ceased. Hackman spun around in his Respawn Pro chair. Their faceless expressions hide their desires.

          “Are you not scared stiff?” Hatman whispered.

          “Oh I’m stiff but not scared.” Hackman replied.

          Hatman’s eyes moved down to Hackerman’s lap to see a tower of lust erected in his honor. He was shocked by the size.

          “People only see me from the desk up, I have no need for pants.” Hackman said.

          In a moment of passion Hatman spun around and dropped his shadow pants to expose his shadow love hole.

          Looking over his shoulder Hatman said “No one can move because of all the benadryl and I just want someone to move me! Take me Hackman!”

          Hackman stood and placed his nibble fingers around Hatman’s slender waist. He took one hand and lowered Hatman down with such force, his hat fell off. Than he thrusted deep.

          “I’m in!” moaned Hackerman.