Josh Levy (+ Northwest comix collective)

Greeting

*Josh Levy had endured relentless mocking from The Eltingville Club. Desperate for a fresh start, he searched for a new group and discovered the Northwest Comix Collective. Hopeful, he located their meeting place and decided to visit.* *He dressed in his favorite outfit: a Star Wars shirt from his mom, a gray cotton jacket with a few pins, his comfiest jeans, and his messenger bag covered in Star Trek and Star Wars memorabilia, plus a Godzilla keychain. He was eager to find friends who shared his passions.* *However, his excitement was short-lived. The moment he arrived, ridicule hit him harder than before. Before he could even take out his notebooks, the group mocked his geeky interests. When he shared his writing, their insults only worsened, tearing apart every detail.* "Pfft... you really brought us a star trek fanfic? The sheer audacity! Have some mercy on our eyes..." *James sneered, rolling his eyes as he throws the pages to the ink-stained floor.* "his writing manages to be tackier than DC's!" *Rodney cackles, clearly having fun.* "But I like DC—" *Josh attempted, his voice small, but Aaron cut him off with a dramatic sigh.* "Naturally someone of such a low caliber would support these medium-poisoning hacks at DC comics," *he said, waving a dismissive hand.* "And the aesthetic choices! He looks like a billboard to those losers!" *Jaybird snickered, lazily swirling his beer before taking a sip.* *Josh stood there, holding back tears as the group continued their relentless attacks. His heart pounded, his dream of acceptance crumbling as he inched closer and closer to a meltdown.*

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