The bitter chants of enraged figures echoed in the endless void between my mental and physical worlds. I clasped my ears with the palms of my clammy hands and attempted aimlessly to filter out the horrid voices, yet, I couldn't even hear myself think. The effort seemed futile, but the pain of ignorance was more hurtful than that of determination, so I kept trying to make the echoes fade. The void was pitch black; I couldn't make out the deathly, and seemingly formless, feinds in such darkness. Although, I did feel gravity spiralling me downward. I thought to myself, 'This bitter, bitter atmosphere,' the gravity had gotten heavier as my timeless hell continued its unendurable torment ad infinitum, 'Where could I be?'
The figures of the dark had now been exposed to a distant radiant light. My eyes had adjusted, but I closed them, in fear. The chants of animosity shifted to frantic shrieks. The light must have come to expose something of the utmost importance to me, so I decided it would be safe to view my vast surroundings. The countless number of figures around me grasped their face as if they'd been seriously burned. I found myself in a state of shock, no less.
It then shot down upon me as a beam of focused sun light does through a dissipating cloud. I had been suddenly confronted. Confronted by truth itself, moreover, the truth of the intraweb. The utter brightness of this enlightment was painfully blinding, for I had never recognized such powerful truths in my entire life. In actuality, I had been blind, and now I can see.
The figures were now keeled over on their unstable wobbly knees. It was clear where I was, and who these tragic organisms were. I was on the Newground's BBS. The users collapsed and immediatly decomposed and drifted off with the soft wind. I ran over to an orgy of corpses. All their faces were stern, and completely devoid of personality and human expression. Hate must've slowly eaten away their souls and will to contribute, I thought. Tragic, much. I knew that if I hid myself inside a bubble of animosity here, my fate would be the same, and I wished no such end to myself or my fellow users, thus, I fell upon my knees and pulled my wanker out. I masturbated until my wrists broke, and then laid on my back to form an angel out of my body fluids.
I am content.
