There are legends told in the cosmos that speak of intriguing places and phenomenons in faraway unexplored systems.
I heard of a gigantic spaceship, forged in antediluvian times by the Gods themselves, abandoned on a silent planet with no name orbiting a dying star. The Machine grants a single wish to all who enter its entrails and touch its core.
Finding it was an effort in and of itself. The rumors guided me to this deserted world at the threshold of known space, hidden among forests of stars and nebulous veils. It was a miracle moment. I had gathered the clues and followed the breadcrumbs and the trail. Cosmic winds were favoring me, luc
A dear friend of mine, one I love like a brother, has non-negligible odds of dying to Covid-19. Dying alone in isolation in an ICU without his girlfriend, family and friends. And all I can do is offer pathetic condolences through the Internet.
1. Are you single?
Not really. It's complicated.
2. Date girls or boys?
Girls because I'm heterosexual.
3. Done any drugs?
No, it's degenerate.
4. How old are you?
Enough to drink and buy a gun.
5. Adidas or Nike?
I don't care.
6. Why did you and your ex break up?
The closest thing I had to a girlfriend broke up because I was ''too creepy''. That was like 3 years ago.
7. What’s the most traumatic thing that’s happened to you?
Man I can't remember anything in particular.
8. Do you have any siblings?
A younger brother
9. How tall are you?
195 centimeters (around 6'5'')
10. Do you smoke?
No. That's disgusting
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I don't care. Go fuck yourself. Are you going to do something about it. And if you do good for you, cus I can't care enough to give a damn. So find someone else to fuck with.