T H E E N D

You want a description?
Typical people. Typical humans. Typical LIVING BEINGS.
To scared or unsure or confused or repelled to read a story unless there is a description.
You make me sick.
If I had a stomach that is.
Or a brain. Or mind. Or soul. Or personality. Or memories. Or feelings.
Fine, if you insist on a description!
This is messed up. You are messed up for clicking on this. I am messed up. The ruler of messed up.
There is that enough?
No? (-_-)
Fine. I'll give you more.
There is nothing here. There never was and there never will be. There is no fourth wall either, as you can tell from this 'description.'
I am still debating whether I exist. No body or mind or soul or voice or feelings or memories or likes or dislikes.
So let me tell you a story. Or a couple. Or a few.
A story about T H E E N D.
So click if you dare.