In light of the new sub rules, I have "written" a new story. I present for your enjoyment the tale of a handshake. (Graphic scenes not included because it's not Thursday. Please use your imagination and fill in the blanks for yourself.)

I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was hot, dusty, and we were all tired from days of patrolling the rugged terrain of Afghanistan. I was a lowly private, just trying to do my duty and make it back home in one piece. But fate had other plans for me.

We had just finished a meeting with some local elders when a man in a suit approached us. He said he was from some high-ranking government agency and wanted to thank us for our service. I thought, "great, another photo op," but I was wrong.

The man came up to me and extended his hand for a handshake. I extended mine, not thinking anything of it. But as soon as our hands met, I felt it. The most aggressive handshake I had ever experienced.

This guy was squeezing my hand so hard I thought it was going to fall off. I tried to pull away, but he held on tight. I could feel my face turning red as I tried to hide the pain. The rest of my squad was watching in amusement as I struggled to free myself from this man's grip.

Finally, he let go and walked away. I was left standing there, rubbing my sore hand and feeling embarrassed. My squadmates teased me about it for days, calling me "handshake hero" and other silly nicknames.

But as funny as it was, that handshake left a lasting impression on me. It reminded me that even in the midst of war, there are still people out there who have no idea what we go through every day. And sometimes, they just want to show their appreciation in the most awkward way possible.

Chatgpt writes some decent shit even if it is bland as shit lmao