Chris, what are you doing? Please come back. Mom is worried about you.
You might be wondering why I submitted this picture, because I always made fun of you for taking pictures with hippos, but I was really just teasing. I hunt animals, and you love animals. We're different people and that's ok. I'm still your brother and I'm always here for you. I always had your back when we were younger because I know you'd never hurt a fly. I've still got your back now.
This Cretus cult looks dark and it just doesn't seem like something you would do. You were always the good natured one. Maybe you never felt like you belong, but shit man, there are better places than the dark side. Everyone in the family is worried and we're ready to help you however we can. Just get home safe. And hey, if you need me and the boys to mow down these masked fucktards you just give me the address and we'll be there with guns blazing.
Chris, it's over.
Dude, I know we haven't talked in a while, but you gotta come home. I don't know what you're trying to prove, but this game is over. You were always the smartest kid in class, so I know you are too smart to be brainwashed by these freaks. You don't want to be a part of whatever they are, and you need to get out of there before it's too late.
You know history. When things turn south with groups like this, and they always do, they turn south fast. Get out of there and crash at my place for a while if you need to get away from shit. You're running in the wrong direction. Come home.