He was usually found on his computer gaming, or admiring himself in various ways in his bathroom. When he finally got enough money to get a Planetside account, he spent countless hours on Planetside killing people and raiding bases. After a few days of the usual routine of wake up, eat, Planetside, mirror, Planetside, eat, sleep, he decided to do something else for a change. He went internet surfing, more specifically he used StumbleUpon, an addon for Firefox. He didn't find anything too interesting, other than one website named www.null.fif, which contained a virus and a hack for Planetside. He was ecstatic, since he was having trouble soloing a clan base.
He quarantined and deleted the virus, a Trojan Horse and downloaded the file. It was a folder with the .exe and (what he assumed to be) visual instructions. He didn't want to screw it up, so naturally he watched the video, labeled Watchme.avi. It started with basic instructions showing what he needed to do. After he followed exactly what the video did, he noticed the video was three minutes longer. Before he launched the trainer/hack, he watched the rest which turned out to be a simple screamer of Jeff the Killer, captioned with "Go back to Mexico you stupid fuck" in capital letters. He launched the hacked Planetside executable, and played for around 4 hours until he started getting tired. He drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. When he woke up, the first thing he did was go to the restroom. He looked in the mirror and noticed something different. "I look different, but I can't put my finger on it," Ryan said.
He shrugged it off as he went into the kitchen to eat. After a few more days of the same routine, he noticed a slight odor that smelled horrible. He looked in the mirror again, and he knew something was wrong. "I look like a corpse!" He racked his mind as to what could have happened. "Maybe it was the screamer, it could have been more than just some stupid video. I've read enough Creepypasta to know where this is going." While pacing around, worried about what may happen, he sees something out of the corner of his eye.
"Could that have been..? Nah, I-I'm just paranoid." Another two days later, the stench gets much stronger, and his face and arms start to turn a greenish color, and by this point the face was becoming more clear. "I need to do something soon, or this is going to kill me!" Ryan said. He looked it up, tried everything he thought of, just to get rid of the curse. "Maybe I should contact a paranormal specialist, they can help." Ryan went to a medium for help, but to no avail.
Another week later, Ryan was found by his landlord, he hung himself from his shower head.