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HEY MARK

@markiplier

I LOVE YOUR CHANNEL AND YOU

We as a community love you and support you no matter what as we have shown with how we responded to your recent late night vlog.

But… IMMA NEED TO LEARN YOU SOMETHING.

You said in your ONI livestream that you wanted someone to compile a list of some of the games people wanted you to play.

WELL I HAVE A LIST FOR YOU hoo boi

I started it back in January of 2016. It has over 6 pages of various games. SIX PAGES!

And I realize that you get thousands of messages. Emails and posts just thrown at you. But I still try..

I have made a Google Doc. Shared with your gmail (both markiplier and markipliergame) and I would post the link here but honestly… I put some more personal stuff on there… ANYWHo 

JUST FOLLOW SOME SIMPLE STEPS!

-Go to your google drive

-Get to the search bar

-Look up “Markiplier Master Game Suggestions List”

-Click it 

-READ MY GLORY

-please

I do try to add more games when I can and some games are kinda old but still.

If you do see this, please give me some kind of signal?? Write on the doc, send me an ask, anything.

@markiplier

Shoutout to all us peeps out there whose mothers/parents/caretakers always told us how well-behaved, quiet, and undemanding we were as babies and twisted that into an excuse to blame us for our own neglect and/or abuse when we got older. Shoutout to all of us who got told either to our faces or through snide comments that we never used to be this way, we used to be such good and quiet children, and now we may as well be the devil. Shoutout to all of us who spent the rests of our childhoods trying to live up to that past ideal, asking for nothing even when we were genuinely breaking down, staying silent through literal physical pain, even going behind our caretakers’ backs to get what we needed because it was better to risk being caught lying than to be guaranteed a guilt trip for a simple request. 

Shoutout to all of us who, deep down inside, still just want to throw the biggest, loudest tantrum in the world, just to make the people who raised us realize how fucking lucky they were that we put up with their shit for so many years and didn’t complain for even a second. 

And finally, shoutout to those of us for whom it’s too late or too dangerous for any such revelatory, cathartic explosion. Maybe we’re forced to depend on these people too much to risk the anger. Maybe we’ve already moved out and it would be more trouble to go back and throw accusations than to just move on. Maybe we know we can fantasize about that furious tantrum all we want, but in truth we just don’t have enough fire in us to pull it off. Or maybe we know that we can kick and scream and break everything but the people who did this to us will never, ever, ever admit or even realize they were wrong, because they just did to us what their parents did to them, what their grandparents did to their parents, and on and on and on and on. 

A shoutout and a (nonalcoholic, for those of you who don’t drink) toast to all of us. I see you. We see each other. Healing is slow and difficult as fuck, but not impossible. We’ve got ourselves and we’ve got each other. And hey, if we were strong enough to put up with years of what was essentially the emotional version of Chinese water torture, we can keep on truckin’ til the next day, and the next, and the next. Slow and difficult as fuck, 

but not impossible.