And then this is how ilse/abby was born

So one day I was just browsing reddit, right. It was like any other normal day and then someone made a joke about Hirohiko Araki being immortal. And then I was all, "Holy shit, I finally realized why I make crappy MS Paint universe charts and shitty gore art instead of doing my homework or something my parents would approve of." Nope, it had nothing to do with being succesful in life, it was because something would probably kill me before I even got a chance to try.

Let's see. Choking (happens to me quite a lot albeit non-lethally), being abducted and murdered (more likely to be targeted due to eternal aloneness), hitting my head at the bottom of a swimming pool, suicide The President and Teppeli, dying from doing to much math, gouging out an eyeball with a pen on purpose, gouging out an eyeball with a pen by accident, STDs (not a possibility due to eternal aloneness), obesity from never exercising and typing shit like this instead, malnourishment from never stopping to eat when typing shit like this, death by Death because who knows what other beings are controlling are lives like a crappy fanfic, slipping and falling on a bathroom tile, laughing too hard, dying in my sleep, cancer, failed cancer surgery, failed surgery in general, death by playing too many video games...

Even just old age will screw me over eventually.

Then I realized how many shitty ideas I had on my hands and was like, "Oh crap, who actually has enough time to write all this?" Considering the HAR the ideas aren't going to stop coming out until I die. Fuck. This project is screwed considering how one piece missing=everything dead.

Fuck,

Fuck,,,,,,,,,,