The better way of Splap

Sometimes, just sometimes I wish there was a god to take me out of all this pain, but everyone knows that's not possible.

You walk out of the meadow and realized you have matured 30 years into the future. There is a little black man squatting near where that car was.

Everything seems different in the future, but at the same time it's different. What do you do? Nothing.

You see, in the future, all your decisions are made for you. In the end, you die. You can only live for a few seconds in several different ages, you experience life in a short burst, and then are disposed of quite quickly. That's how life is nowadays, with all the 10 seconds of sex you get in this experience.

Damn women get to live 9 months.
End Of Story