Toxicity: A Living Diary of a Toxic Mind

Time

It never stops
Until it does.
Until the moment that everything halts.
It's done.
The world as we know it has come to reach its demise.
We knew it was coming,
But didn't know when.

The end came with a flash, and then silence.
For some.
Those that seek to challenge others are often the first to lose the game.
Their lives blew up around them, quite literally, with a blast of ten thousand stars colliding.
No survivors.

The rest were casual casualties of the first
As it is with everything, minor characters get simple deaths.
Simple lives, simple atrocities, simple ends.
It's all too easy.

But some, the true losers of this game,
Survived.
Those poor damn people, they didn't deserve this type of pain.
They would've been better off dying than trying to survive the Armageddon.

It's a simple choice, really:
Kill yourself,
Or live the rest of your wasted life trying to rebuild the humanity you lost so long ago.
Most believe, before the circumstances arrive,
That they would choose the latter.
I guarantee they would change that thought as soon as they see the world after human eradication.

It's a simple game, really.
The leading hand is always the first struck down,
The loser always loses.
Humans were never meant to play.
They changed the game,
Absorbed the losses,
And kept rolling.
This time around, they've run out of cards.
They're out of ideas.
They're guaranteed to lose.

But have we already lost?
Probably.
We'll see what the next hand brings,
And try to roll with the punches.

The end is coming,
We've already run out of time.
We must accept the terms
And relinquish all hope of survival.
We're already done for.
Our time has run out.