Ian Finnegan

I was only small when they found me. My mind not yet calibrated for the heroin esc high that one could achieve with BIN WEEVILS. Even now my memory is foggy as to the exact events, but I will attempt to recount them best as I can. My mother always had a high emphasis on education when it came to raising me. Thus I was placed in the most high end private school in our area. It was an extraordinary opportunity, my class somehow got to take a field trip to NASA's headquarters, since it was close and they were in the misd of their youth outreach program. We toured their facilities all day, doing little activities, and learning about space. More than enough to satisfy a child's sick twisted mind, right? I didn't know what I was looking at at first. We were in the IT lab, and on a monitor in the very corner of the room I saw something I didn't understand. Something I still don't think I understand. There was a game. Its name comprised of words I didn't even know at the time. By Satan's will, I would know them soon. BIN WEEVILS! It beckoned me. I was never a trouble maker as a kid, but there was something about this I just couldn't resist. I crossed the room, breaking from my group. It showed my things I had never seen before. I had felt no strong curiosity for anything in the facility before this moment. This "game" if that's really it's true nature. This game changed me.. it was almost prophetic to the future, the game called to me.. I had to spread the word. And so a bin weevils cult began, and rose in numbers. We now have over 200 members. But one day some screwball overthrew me, and I no longer own the cult. But that didn't stop me from playing bin weevils and trusting in my gods. They were only testing my faith. Then, one fateful night I logged onto bin weevils just to find out that some other god Adobe Pizza Maker or something striked Bin Weevils dead. My faith was for nothing. And yet it is strong. Thank you Bin Weevils