You wake up in a cold sweat, your alarm blaring and you slowly, moodily, get out of bed. Another terrible, depressing day. You get dressed and leave your filthy disgusting home. The sun is shining, and the clouds are extra whispy. The flowers are blooming all different colors. Your negative outlook seamlessly slips away just like that. You go on the bus to your workplace since your degenerate self cannot afford a car. Instead of being asked to pay the fee for the bus, you just get on. While chads snarl at you, all the foids on the bus are wet as fuck and drooling from just looking at you. As you walk to your seat a hot blonde stacey comes up to you and says "Oh hey Your/Nam-" she is interrupted by gunshots going off in the bus. A chad under the name Epcot Roberts fires his AR everywhere and the last thing you see before you die is the stacey's hot tits because she collapsed on top of you. The manifesto of Epcot was released hours after he killed himself in the process.
