Title says it all. I have reached the end.

It was a sunny day, far too sunny for my beautiful snow white face that is not deprived of nutrients and vitamins. I had finished shooting my load of cum happy, but the claws of boredom soon gripped me again, clawing through my ribcage and fucking my heart with its tiny dick, until an idea stroke me like I’ve always stroked my meat. I opened Reddit, closing the pokemon porn tab that was open, and set myself to the journey. I was going to be the first one to scroll down all the way to the beginning of my feed. These are my records of my adventure, and how I, only I, became a true redditor.

Day 1: My parents are somewhere else in the house, making whatever stupid “healthy” meal they always make. I need not the likes of disgusting human grub, for I am a gamer. A gamer does not partake in the actions of “eating food”. All I need, is G Fuel. The true oil that runs through the gears of my body, powering the motor that runs in my heart.
The first subreddit I’ve entered since the creation of my respectful career on Reddit (4 years ago. I know, I know, ladies, please change your wet panties) was dankmemes. Only professional memers are able to climb to the top of the pyramid that is r/dankmemes. I’ve seen memes on my feed that I barely had any memory of. I am now seeing memes from 4 months ago, and it’s been only 10 hours of scrolling. It will be a long thing, but I mustn’t give up. The simple idea of doing what no other redditor ever did gives me the sweetest of orgasms, as if ants were biting my prostate.



Day 4: Forgive me for taking 2 days to write again on this shit stained diary, but I have decided that nothing can distract me from achieving my goal. Mother banged on the basement door for minutes yesterday, and so I did what was needed and barricaded the stairs. Not even the most brain dead jock chad can ever clean the path.
I can feel stinging on my stomach, but my lifetime storage of G Fuel and Mountain Dew will keep me hydrated. My body doesn’t need food, but liquids.

Day 6: I am proud to say that I’ve seen 10 of my most upvoted posts (kek) on r/braincel and r/womensuck. It brings back fond memories of the times from 7 months ago. I knew my constant routine of masturbation would help with something.
My hands and fingers scroll down with the mouse with the speed of a professional gamer, clicking interesting posts from the past with keen ability. My eyes perceive information in a span of seconds, etching every bit of the post inside my strong grey flesh that commands this powerful body. My ribcage is starting to show a bit, but I’m used to my marathons of scrolling on reddit.
Speaking of cum, after jacking off for a few seconds with the speed of light, I have dropped a few droplets of my cum and piss on a can of g fuel. The taste is exquisite, but pleasing.


Day 16: I am now confined to the 4 walls and ceiling. Mother probably left, but women are of no concern to me, she is a bitch that doesn’t bow down to the god that chose to be her “son”. I am now seeing posts from 1 year ago, but the journey is far from the end. I must continue.



Day 30: My stomach hurts. My hands are burning with the effort, but I won’t give up. This body won’t matter when I become one with reddit.


Day 40: My hand nerves are unable to contain my power. My right hand has stopped moving, and the pain is almost unbearable. Fortunately the shit bucket relieves the pain. I am forced to slow down to human levels with my left hand. These hands are able to jack off and game professionally, I cannot afford to lose both of them.


Day 45: One month has passed, but I am far from seeing posts from even 13 months ago. Stupid hand, stupid hand stupid hand stupid hand stupid hand stupid hand stupid hand stupid hand stupid hand stupid hand stupid hand.

Day 50: Maggots have started to infest the flesh on my feet. It’s good to have something to relax me after not being able to scroll so fast. My right hand has healed quite a good amount, but moving my fingers are hard.


Day 10000 2112, year, year, year, year….. Day. Day. Day 97:
My feet are gone, the rotten thing was being eaten by too many maggots. I bit through it, now it’s under my bed with the box of hentai books. I miss my anime body pillow with my sewn cumsock in it. It’s better than anything a woman can ever give to me.


Day: Some spider is making a nest inside my feet, and I think its eggs will hatch.

Day day day day day day day day, what day, forgot day, number, number, after 100, 100, 175. Day hundred and seventy five: My eyes are burning, mind is full. I see things, shadow haunting, in the corner, banging outside, dog barking?


SOMEONE UPSTAIRS


They are banging on the walls, crumbling place, demolition, someone moved in. Bitch mom forgot me, I want milk, fuck mother.




Day, months, weeks, years, brain tired, must continue.


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Close. Close to end. Only one light. End of it.



















What year is it? The smell of feces digs through my dehydrated nostrils. My ribcage creaks and makes noises when my lungs fill with the disgusting smell of closed space, feces and moss. Something is crawling under the bed, I hear their little claws, ticking against the hard floor and chewing. Remnants of creatures with unrecognizable bodies are inside the bucket on the corner. It looks human.


One single light glows in the dark room, burning my eyes. A single line of text is written on the screen. 06/04/2016. Is it the year we are in? My memory won’t budge, I can’t think good, mountains of empty cans, they drip with a foul water that carries the taste of death.


Hole. Walls are crumbling, someone built over. I see hole, on wall, big for me, rats enter, they are delicious.


Something smells good. I’ve crawled in hole. In house. Walls of the house. Smells good, so good, muscles itch and scream, mind confused, vent shows light, world, shows **her**. Small. Good hair. Flesh that yelps with the sound of sin. She sleeps, I watch.





Flesh. Hungry.




















She looks good.