The end of classes heralded that times would change. Without any school activities filling up the heads of teenagers, they seek other activities that do so.

Some may still study or practice, others find some work, though mostly they play. Either outdoors or indoors, they find any that occupies their time mostly intrigues them.

More so if they have others like them doing the same stuff. Like schools of fish flocking together, they try to fit in. No matter if the activity is good or bad, as long as "it's fun".

For the ones studying, they strive to become better or keep up due to pressure. Though they may take breaks once in awhile, most that do usually succeed in whatever they were trying to accomplish.

Though at the cost of their childhood, they still persevere for that time when they would look at others and be proud of what they achieved.

They are somewhat the same with the ones that are working, they may have done this because they wanted or they needed to. No matter the cause, they do this to earn some sort of fulfilment.

Whatever that was, only they know. They strive until they get what they want or fall trying. They endure and yet they lose something precious, that thing is time.

Why do people always hurry nowadays? Can they not take it slow and cherish the time they still have?

Was it the concept of time that made us progress? Some think so, that man didn't really succeed in life until time was "invented". Once time was made, they got organised and did things always with a deadline.

No matter if it was eating, working or even peeing. Everything had a limit on how long it was supposed to, even the universe had at some point they say.

But did people really start to improve once the concept of time was introduced? What is time to us?

~Flush~

For some reason, our wifi does not work when you are in the bathroom. And my games were connected to the net, rendering me to ponder upon the workings of the universe as I sit upon the iron throne.

I get up and wipe my glorious ass mounds, freeing it from whatever abomination that tried to stay. I wash my hands and gaze upon myself, and all I see is my droopy eyes that badly needed slumber.

As I walked through the valley of death, in this case the bathroom floor which my potty trained dog treated as his dominion, I became a buddhist, taoist, christian, catholic and even a muslim all in one for some time.

I prayed to each and every god/higher being there was, to spare me from stepping into a thing so hideous, its mere notion would send chills down my spine.

As I trodden the path of darkness, my phone rang a deadly tune. This was the notification that my to-read novels, whatever it was had updated. I tried to fight against my very being, to stop myself from reading the juicy translated text of a Chinese wuxia.

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Yet I failed, for curiosity is man's incurable disease or so they say. As my eyes feasted upon this forbidden fruit, a shock traveled throughout my whole body. I gazed down and saw that I had done a horrible, horrible thing.

I had stepped down on cat shit, but not just any kind, for this was a shit of unimaginable proportions. Adding to that was the kind of shit this was, this was not a shit made from cat food. My mother had started her vile project yet again, she and the cat had again become a damnable VEGETARIAN.

But not the normal kind, no no no. This was one of the more dangerous kinds, she was a VEGETARIAN that ate no meat except FISH. Why fish is not classified as meat to them, I cannot ponder but this I tell you. Of all the fish out there, the ones they would only eat were HAND CAUGHT.

This meant going the extra lengths just to have something to eat. But I thank her for doing one little thing, she spared me from this endeavour of hers, as she calls it her own cross to bear.

As I curse each god out there on existence, I become an atheist. I wipe my foot in something I had scattered across our house in times of need, the glorious Tissue paper.

I walk back with conflicting emotions, happy that I read up to the latest chapter,sad that I had to wait again for awhile until the next time I could binge read again, and angry for that damnable cat that shits anywhere.

As I regret my actions, I check my list of bought games. I find something at the bottom that wasn't there last time I checked, which was fifteen minutes ago, in the iron throne.

Titled Overseer of Survival, it's description was "To play or not to play? Lives are at stake which will include yours should you choose to. Do you dare?"

This maybe another one of those games that would be over in like a day or so. I must admit though, their catchphrase interests me. But then again, I may drop this after awhile and I ain't losing nothing. Or so I thought.

Checking the description again, the game was a survival management set on a post-apocalyptic world. Dangers abound almost everywhere, either from monster, people or both. But beware of losing your survivors, you may not know you could be the one in-game at the behest of others.

Seeing that I had time to kill, I clicked enter and somewhere far in the future I wish I had not, maybe.

/A.N: Any shifts on writing style is accounted for my laziness and that I do not make a chapter in one day, regardless it is still me writing this, maybe.

Please point out any errors you may see, I will try to fix them.

I like commas, I do not know why./