'Urgh, why do I even bother, this bitch is crazy' I thought as I put down the phone.

The lady who I was talking to, has been calling the support service of our company for 3 days. That's right. Three, fucking, days. She has been complaining for past three days about a certain bug she was 'experiencing' in one of the games that the company I am working on made. First day she called, she was normal, telling me about the bug and asking me if it is an issue with her computer, or was it a problem from our side.

I wrote all the details about the bug and sent it to one of my friends who is a developer on this game called "The Calamity". To sum this complex game up, it is an MMORPG, you play as a human character in a world full of monsters, with only other players resembling anything normal in that world. It is suprisingly popular game, which I myself played for some time, until I got outright addicted and started spending my money on the game. I quickly lost almost all my money on the game, but there is a better term for what I did, and it's named gambling.

In any case, I needed a job, and found this one was paying quite well, and they were even recruiting ! So I took my chance, and I am not dissapointed in a slightest. Although there are some quite interesting, and outright rude people calling, we always find a way to fix the problem. Well, until today.

As I sent the description of game bug to my friend, he quickly found out that no such bug even existed, and it was even outright impossible to even exist, even if it was a problem on her side. As I told her that, she started screaming and arguing about her tellong the truth and that she would call my manager.

'A typical Karen, wouldn't be suprised if she was blonde and had kids too.' I thought with a small smirk forming on my face.

As I was about to start playing the game, since it is allowed to do so when noone is calling, the phone unfortunately rang again.

'Aw shit, here we go again...' I thought as I put my headphones on and increasing the volume, since it seems most of people calling are barely heard, a problem on their part.

"Hello, this is "The Calamity" support service. What can I do for you?" I asked in same, professional way as I have always did since I took this job.

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"Hey there, I think you remember me, don't you?" The voice on the other side said, and it was definitely familiar voice, a woman's voice.

'I think I am gonna commit suicide if she calls me everyday.' "Yeah, you called because of a certain bug you reported, which turned out to be false. What can I do for you?" I asked, my voice not changing in any way, a skill I perfected over time.

"Oh yes, you are right, William Warren." she said in a sarcastic and mocking voice

'Holy shit, this bitch somehow knows my name. What in the flying fuck.' I thought, slowly starting to get anxious. "May I ask who is this William person? And please if you don't have anything to report, I would suggest you call when you have a legitimate reason." I said, slowly hearing my voice trembling, although barely.

"Oh you don't huh? Anyway I have a reason to call you cunt." She said as she started to slowly laugh.

'Fucking creep, should report her to her manager instead. And I may even report her to authorities. No, I will definitely report her. Bitch is crazy.' I thought as I started speaking again. "Then can you tell me the reason, miss?" I asked.

"Oh you will fucking hear it." She said as I started hearing some weird sounds.

"Miss, if you don't have any reason, I will need to repo-" My words were cut halfway as I heard the loudest fucking sound through my headphones. I immediately screamed as my ears and my head started hurting like they were being melted by the lava itself from the earth's core.

Immediately after, the sound stopped, but my head still hurt like hell until I couldn't even feel my head. I couldn't feel it. One second after, I feel from my chair in my office and I hit the floor, laying on it, facing the sealing.

The sensation in my head was weird, enormous, yet nonexistent, as my vision started to sloely darken, as if someone was spilling the darkest possible liquid on my eyes. After some 4 seconds or so, my vision was completely dark, and at the same time, I lost the ability to feel any part of my body.

I was dead. The thought, or something similar to the concept of thought flashed through my mind, if I even had one. I knew I was dead, and even how I died. Apparently, that bitch released the loudest fucking sound imaginable, which ruptured, or wuite literally, absolutely destroyed my eardrums and in turn, my brain. Yes, that was how fucking loud it was. I hope she died along with me, atleast.

In any case, suprisingly I wasn't feeling that sad, or even angry that I died. As if I was deprived of my very humanity, or the part of it that can feel and share emotions. There was still some resentment to that bitch, and I would certanly kill her if I saw her, but I was not that angry so that I would focus my whole existence only on killing her.

Well, since I died, and I seem to be located in some sort of void, probably some empty dimension. Or it may be great nothingness, the nothingess that german philospoher spoke of. Nietzche was his name I think. Had some interesting thoughts as far as I can rememeber. And it seems he was right.

There is nothing after death.

Well, there was nothing, until I head a peculiar, mechanical sort of voice in my mind, or what is equivalent of my mind, my conciousness maybe? I any case, the voice started speaking.

Congratulations, you have died