"Looks like it failed ******, the direct response wasn't libidinal pulling enough." He said, trickling through the digital airwaves now.
He doxed me! With censored asterixs.
"As your brand evangelist, vital to your nonprofit freelance living and revenue. Unmeasured though, you know you can't escape my totalizing presence the moment you pressed publish, from the moment you escaped your pitiful eight-year lurking hiatus."
The punched nose and dead eyes look at me with responsibility. I'm silent, to be silent in fear.
There was a trickle of blood down my nose.
"Yes, feel that? You need me. If you don't, I'll murder you like the rest. Like the brand time and attention you wasted with that multi leveling marketing group, into dirt!"
"Shut up!" I retorted. I forced my desktop off at that point.
Next time I started up my comic, his face had returned normal.