You all have been cordially invited to witness a story that is by no means meant for anyone like you. By replying to this post, you are giving full consent for every detail of your replies to be logged.
We have some time before our story begins. Approximately three months and some change. But that's okay, I can keep you company before then. You'll be patient for me, won't you?
That's right. You will.
And so, before we begin... let's imagine for a moment.
You, as a collective, are one individual. You are in a dimly lit room, sitting in a recliner. I, too, am sat within this room, yet it is too dark to make out any detail of my being. I am sat at a desk, with a small, dinky laptop.
The only thing you can see on my form is a small, yellow smiley-face button attached to what seems like a blazer.
There are no windows in this room. There is a door.
And, of course, the age old question...
What will you do?
