Ok /x/ here’s the deal. Like ten years ago I played on Newgrounds,

Ok /x/ here’s the deal. Like ten years ago I played on Newgrounds, watched the silly flash videos and played the games and stuff. I never really participated in the community or anything, but I was there every night on the family computer. One night, a game called “Donald McRonald” was uploaded by a user named smashbroschamp1. In the game, you played as a green-colored version of Ronald McDonald and you had to throw hamburgers at children. They got fatter every time you threw one at them. It seemed like a pretty standard social commentary bit (they were super popular at the time, fuck Bush lol) but after playing for a while, the game stops. Then, flashing images of explicit and sexual photographs filled the screen, many of them featuring corpses, children, or both. This is followed by high-pitched screams, probably from Donald McRonald (it doesn’t say anywhere that it’s him, but that’s what I thought as a kid). After that happened, I was traumatized. But I needed to play it again. There was a strange compulsion, that urged me to play it again. My head was light, I felt something strange in my underwear… my cock was hard. I needed to see it again, I needed to see Donald McRonalds pictures that he wants to show me. It was our secret. I was being so bad. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to gush about that part but it’s one of my favorite memories as a child, was playing that game. I only got to play it twice but that’s all I needed to memorize every image from the game. They were burned into my mind. They were so important to me. I drew pictures of them in my notebook at school and I got in trouble. I thought about them constantly. Do you know how it feels to have these images scarred in your mind?