>This can be your midnight, you can relinquish yourself from it all in just half an hour, you can show them the truth: You will not be capitulated by misery alive. Kill yourself before it kills you. Rags. Tape. Stove. Charcoal. Sleeping pills. Doesn't that sound nice already? Like a marching song. Go into the bathroom and seal the gaps with rags and heavy tape, don't forgot to lock the door *and* make the doorknob immobile with tape. Get that camping stove and charcoal ready you bedeviled little boyscout, we're going to sleep now.>AUTHORITY - It's all becoming very real. Very real and *possible*. At this point, this rush you get from preparing your plan is ironically invigorating; your last semblance of passion as Captain of this painful lonely vessel. If only everything in life felt as simple and real as this. If only you could've been there for the people that are gone now, you could've helped love be, if you had just done everything like it was your last act, but it sailed by, and they left you, they all did eventually, Captain. Now Captain, take that tape and bind your ankles, then knees, then swallow those muscle relaxants, then tape over that pretty mouth. Make it spark and bind your hands now. It's only cowardly if you still have something worth fighting for but you've won now. >YOU - The light is leaving so quickly as the smoke tucks you in, such that you can barely feel the sheer horror in your chest as the permanence of the situation throbs madly in your stinging eyes. You hear what sounds like the voice of your dead abusive father calling out to you, as if to be your steward to Hell. You can't remember what mom's voice was like. It's the end.
this doesn't happen
>>726120452I'm gonna try replaying this commie game and completing it
