[ WP ] Unknown to our beloved WP authors , they have a very special fan . One by one , they wake up in an unknown place and a really comfortable lounge chair , shackled , and are made to write the endings of all those cliffhangers and abandoned stories .

A slap rouses me from the dark void. How long had I been adrift? 
 
 `` WAKE UP!'' Another slap sends me hurtling back into reality. I blink, and work my jaw. Where am I? What's going on? 
 
 `` Fuck!'' I shout. `` What the hell do you want?'' 
 
 `` Sorry.'' Said the blurry shape. My glasses were nowhere to found, probably slapped off my face. The blur continued speaking, soft and apologetic. 
 
 `` Sorry if I hurt you. It's just that I love your writing so much. I'm your BIGGEST fan! I just ca n't get enough! I need you to continue writing. Finish up some of those stories, pretty please? Like the one about Delta Force and Harry Potter? I LOVED that one, but you left it on a cliffhanger!'' 
 
 My face throbbed, and I felt my hackles raising. 
 
 `` If you appreciated my writing, why did n't you upvote it? Or write a comment, saying you liked it? You know how much it sucks to pour your heart and soul and time into writing and get no recognition for it?'' 
 
 My fan was momentarily silent, before snarling. 
 
 `` You're a hack, you know that? And preachy, too. I know what you're doing!'' 
 
 I began to protest, before being cut off. 
 
 `` And lazy, too! All your characters are named `` Thomas Reginaw.'' What's up with that? Do n't even get me started on you speeling!. Sometims you do n't even close qotations prpprly! 
 
 At this point I'm pissed. I've been kidnapped, assaulted, and called a hack. I do this shit in my spare time, for free. Because I enjoy entertaining people. And because it's good for me, too. I smile at every upvote and comment I get. Just *knowing* that someone, somewhere in the world appreciated my work means a tremendous amount to me. On the bedstand I spy a ( super plot convenient ) knife that will forever silence my `` superfan.'' They had turned around, gesticulating wildly to no one in particular. 
 
 `` So FUCK YOU pal. You ca n't even end a story properly! It's called RESOLUTION! R-E-S-O-L-U-T-I-O-N!'' 
 
 I lunge for the knife, when suddenly 
 
 

