IDRP Hatefiction

Prologue

Let's cut to the chase here. I'm dead. Gone. Dead as a doorknob. And I'm not the only one.

Sadly though, that doesn't mean I get much company. In fact, I have absolutely none. I am practically drowning in my own boredom. Is boredom a liquid? Maybe a gas. In that case, it seeps through my skin and makes me want to strangle someone...

Sorry.

And it doesn't help much that this is exactly how I spent my last days. Well, this plus pure horror.

Bored yet? Then why don't I tell you exactly how I died. You know, just for for the heck of it. And for something remotely interesting to do.

So yeah. Here we go.