Mike, You're dying. Fast.

You're scheduled to fucking die on: Friday, 28 February 2076

Every pathetic second you waste is one second closer to the worms eating your useless corpse. You’ve pissed away half a goddamn decade doing nothing but existing. You aren't special. No one is coming. Wake the fuck up. Build something. Be brutal. Or shut up and decay in silence. No more fear. No more crying. Just do the fucking work. You can't take these seconds back.