When Chinko one morning from uneasy dreams awoke, found he himself in his bed into a most disgusting vermin transformed.

The first thing he noticed was that he could not see a thing; nor could he hear a sound; and by all means and purposes, it seemed to him as if he was still asleep.

However, this was not a Dream; for he could feel his body itch and squirm every time he seemed to take a breath, and there was a rather nasty aftertaste in his mouth. He tried rubbing his belly, and soon he felt his hands gently caress the rough fabric covering his torso; it took him a while to realize that was his skin. So he thought to himself:

“Ah, what is this for such a dry Skin! I must it later moisturize!”

Though that could prove problematic, as Chinko concluded he must have gotten deafblind overnight; yet even that appeared not quite to be the case, as he could actually ‘perceive’ objects and life forms nearby, almost as if he had some kind of radar or sixth sense unknown to human species.

For example, to his right, there was a single window illuminating his room. A lone bird, probably a pigeon, flew by and left a seizable stain on its pristine glass surface.

“What for a Pest! I must this Shit later clean!”

This newly found resolve gave him much needed motivation.

Thus he tried getting up, only to fall over to the side, roll of the soft bedding, and onto the hard floor. As his face, or what he assumed to be his face, pressed heavily against the wooden planks that made up the flooring of his room, he let out an inaudible scream of frustration.

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“Shite! Since when have I so fat become? I can myself barely move!”

Yet, despite this bout of childish tantrum, he soon collected himself. He was, after all, a Discord moderator. His job required him to deal with a lot of stress, and stress he could handle well; such a predicament as the one he found himself in now, wasn’t enough to break his spirit. He had it much worse.

For example, some time ago, a vile troll was posting memes in #general. Until of course, Chinko logged in, and bravely faced the monster, kicking it over and over again until the beast could break the rules no more.

Compared to such a legendary achievement, waking up deprived of most basic senses in a body he did not quite recognize as his own, was truly a no biggie.

Unable to erect himself, he tried crawling, using his rather disproportionately small limbs to propel himself forward inch by inch. This proved rather easy, and soon he reached what he sensed to be the doorframe.

Unfortunately, the handle was beyond his reach.

He knew that if only he could pull it, he’d be able to get outside. He’d be saved. Someone would certainly see him in his miserable state, take pity, and call an ambulance.

Yet every single attempt to grab the handle ended up in spectacular failure.

“It is, as if I Sisyphus am!”

Could there be meaning in trying over and over again, only to fail time and time again? Was Chinko a person capable of finding value in a journey, rather than the destination?

The answer was no, so he tried a different tactic.

He started banging his head against the door, while screaming over and over again, demanding to be let out. Although he could not hear his own voice, he somehow knew he was, indeed, making a sound. How loud that sound was he could, however, not discern.

Hopefully it was audible enough to get someone’s, anyone’s attention!

For if it wasn’t, he dreaded what would become of his sanity.