Reddit, I'm almost at my breaking point. I live in a shared house of "mature" students, one of which, Connor, is causing me immense emotional and physical stress.

The biggest gripe I have with him is his insistance of using the word rape, he thinks we are getting "raped" by the utility company through the cost of gas and electric (It's true in some ways, we are paying a ridiculous amount), he claims tesco has "upped the rape" through the cost of his favourite monster flavour going from around to a pound to £1.89.

Everything has to be a rape to him. Another member of the house, who's bedrooms are separated by a wall, claims Connor frequently uses the the verb to rape online when hes gaming with his friends - it's often "RAPE HIM RAPE HIM" or "COME COME I'M GETTING RAPED". I cant even begin to describe how problematic and triggering his flippant use of the word is, if he was 16 or 17 I could understand the lack of maturity but this guy is about 24.

Among Us. My absolute favourite game of all time and quite possibly the best and most well-made game in the entire world. As I clicked the button my body twitched with joy at the thought of being the impostor again. My fingers drummed impatiently on my desk as the Innersloth logo faded in, and then out. Then the main title appeared. I immediately looked at pink as she slowly floated across the screen. Oh, how I wish I could feel those luscious, soft asscheeks. Pink is my queen. The real woman in my life. My wife could never be as sexy as Pink is; her soft footfalls in electrical as I peek at her curvy form from inside a vent, waiting for the right time to strike. I could never get close to Pink, however, as if she had some kind of sixth sense, she would always leave before I could reveal myself to her as the impostor.

Among Us. My absolute favourite game of all time and quite possibly the best and most well-made game in the entire world. As I clicked the button my body twitched with joy at the thought of being the impostor again. My fingers drummed impatiently on my desk as the Innersloth logo faded in, and then out. Then the main title appeared. I immediately looked at pink as she slowly floated across the screen. Oh, how I wish I could feel those luscious, soft asscheeks. Pink is my queen. The real woman in my life. My wife could never be as sexy as Pink is; her soft footfalls in electrical as I peek at her curvy form from inside a vent, waiting for the right time to strike. I could never get close to Pink, however, as if she had some kind of sixth sense, she would always leave before I could reveal myself to her as the impostor.