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[Dutchling]

Look down, look down, there's 33 weeks to goooo~

Totally relevant

[Talvieno]

Look down, look down, there's 33 weeks to goooo~

I'm guessing this is a sad... Waiting on anything is never fun.

[IronTomato]

Look down, look down, there's 33 weeks to goooo~

I'm guessing this is a sad... Waiting on anything is never fun.

THE MILLIONTH DAY DAWNS

231 DAYS REMAIN

[Talvieno]

Who knows what Link could accomplish with all that time on his hands.

[Kent_Lang]

I'm just in one those moods today, where it just feels that I'm trapped in my lifestyle of loneliness. I don't know if I could ever acclimate to any kind of close personal relationship.

Even though it's the thing I feel makes me miserable, I don't know if I have the raw ability, capacity, or even willingness to alter it. It's scary to think about.

I just don't know what to think or do, I feel lost. Though I suppose that's a pretty usual feeling for me.

I know how you feel bro. It's hard to be a man in todays society.

[MaximumZero]

I'm just in one those moods today, where it just feels that I'm trapped in my lifestyle of loneliness. I don't know if I could ever acclimate to any kind of close personal relationship.

Even though it's the thing I feel makes me miserable, I don't know if I have the raw ability, capacity, or even willingness to alter it. It's scary to think about.

I just don't know what to think or do, I feel lost. Though I suppose that's a pretty usual feeling for me.

I know how you feel, bro. It's hard to be a man non-billionaire in today's society.

FTFY.

[Sirus]

I've got a case of the "blahs". Don't really want to do anything, but of course there's plenty that needs doing :/

[TD1]

I've got a case of the "blahs". Don't really want to do anything, but of course there's plenty that needs doing :/

Same. Revision mounts up. Work mounts up. I look at it, open my mouth, prepare to set to....then slump and say "Blah"

[LeoLeonardoIII]

The word "Blah" visibly emerging from his mouth letter by letter and slipping off the table to splut on the floor.

[TD1]

He leans forward, as if to help clean up the blah leakage, but seems to collapse inwards, a second "Blah" slipping from his pallid lips, set as they are in a face pale from lack of sleep.

[LeoLeonardoIII]

The floorboards buckle and the faded yellow linoleum peels up at the corners as the whole house begins to sag and warp. The door frames sit at a crazy angle. The windows bubble and slough off their frames like heated plastic wrap. Armadillos come in and steal a whole bag of Doritos but nobody cares. He slumps farther forward until his head bumps the table. The television in the other room spontaneously turns itself on to an infomercial channel showing an hourlong ad for an insurance lawyer.

[TD1]

With a final, tormented noise, the house gives up its struggle against the Blah. The T.V. flickers, first white, then black. The annoying voice on the ad drones on, though all picture on the screen has long since ceased to be. From the spilled Blah on the floor, a river of rot is spreading. Foul. Black. Pungent. It leaves a trail of desolation in its wake, yellow linoleum turning yellower, yellower, like the teeth of a nicotine addict. The source of the Blah does not care, for this scene is internal to himself, as it is external. The Armadillos chitter in mindless fear and flee, leaving their prize behind.

The Blah spreads.

The house, twisted, its foundations eaten and riddled with foul, putrid holes, finally collapses inwards, yellowed timbers falling to the ground.

And still, the Blah comes. The source is not harmed. His flesh does not erode, his laboured breathing (Kept going only through dim determination) does not falter, despite the foulness issuing from his mouth. The Blah is in him, and thus torments him. No external Blah can hurt this troubled soul.

With a final protest, the house is submerged in this tide of Blah, and it seeps into the street from its host, looking for new prey, a new place to infect. And thus came the beginning of the end. And thus began the Age of Blah.

[Lagslayer]

Suddenly, the car won't start. Turn the key and it goes "_rrrr" and stops. It has gas in the tank, plenty of oil, and charged battery, and I don't know how to check for anything else. I did not need this, especially today, where I had a, almost reasonable chance of getting a job, and I would be late if I were to walk. Not that walking that distance would be at all practical without the car, anyways. Or that they would hire me without a car.

[LeoLeonardoIII]

Sorry to hear your car is sick :/

But at first I thought you were continuing the story above!

[TD1]

Same!

I thought--Cool, someone is trying to escape the Blah in his car!