You should buy a shovel, strudy one. Get on a bus going far away. Get off it on the unfamiliar wilderness and go. Go forward and don’t stop. Find a forest, but not a ordinary one. Find The Forest. The one where it all will start and end. Venture into the woods. You will encounter great darkness and greater fear. Embrace it. You will find a pond. Stop there and look around. Look around at the rotting and malicious world. Hear distant screams and wailing. Feel the pain, the sorrow, the rue, the inevitable. The End. Death. Take your shovel and hold it with pride. For you are to unchain yourself. Dig deep and dig fast. It will begin to rain. Dig steady until you reach the rock. Now beneath you is your ark. Embark it. Lay down and close your eyes. The rain will say his farewell. The mud will engulf you. The Forest will mourn you. The pain will set you free. Die faggot