Day 4,093.
Life is a barren wasteland filled of nothing but the past memories in which I lived a life I took for granted. I have not browsed a reddit page for about 342 days now. The thought of just clicking on a click-bait title generates the long lost excitement I once bore in my youth. The times in which I lived a flourishing life filled with adventure and enigma around every corner I turned have vanished before my very eyes. The only enjoyment I get in this land of death is counting the days in which I await for papa pupper NiPhix to add the letter e at the end of 63 to my signature. This started as a favor in which I sat patiently in astounding elation for the final e on the end of 63. But soon it took a spin into the deafening gloom that would become the eternal wait. At first I thought I could handle the situation at hand, it seemed almost possible in my young eyes at the time. How I was a fool. No where would I predict the slow and harrowing wait that would continue for eternity. I had a wife.... a child when this all started. I thought I would be able to see them when this was all over. My son was six years of age before my departure. I do not know his age no longer. On the days I get lucky and receive word from my wife via carrier stork, I get word on the status of the household I once held dear to my heart. Those days are far gone. I have no idea what has become of my beloved wife and cherished son. How I would give a limb to just graze the ends of my wifes hair with my succulent hands and smell the lavender she once garnished on her skin. How I would end it all here where I stand now just to gaze at the smile my son wore on his face when I picked him up from soccer practice. But I no longer will be able to long for what I love, nor will I ever live a life of happiness in this clandestine death capsule I scurry through in the barren remnants of my last breathe in this perished time we call life. This could've gone a different way, it could have changed. I could have gotten an e at the end of 63. I could have seen the light that the others before me have seen. But papa pupper NiPhix stared me in the eye with the malice of 100 neckbeards and he spit in my face. As my eyes close for the last time, my mind in a celebration from the thought of escaping this land I have detested for so long. Just as the last of my spirit drifted from the sockets of life god had given me, the final image I witnessed was that of a gleaming NiPhix staring down at my lifeless corpse with a crooked smile edged across his face. As he formed a V and N with his two hands signifying the almighty power of the vape nation, I finally drifted into eternal sleep. Farewell papa pupper NiPhix, farewell.
