Ice: well, it's March 25. Can you guess what I am now?
Shay: a now motivated writer?
???: making a new story?
Ice: well sorta. I am now a full year closer to a life of misery and agonizing death which will take too long to come.
Shay: you mean your birthday?
Ice: yes, I'm 17 years old and i am just BEGGING, for truck-kun to come and start my new career.
???: well happy birthday, ice!
Ice: thanks, but I'm wishing it was any other day. Just not that enthusiastic anymore.
???: I see. But that aside, I know about your previous account and want to hear from you about it.
Ice: well as it turns out, wattapd surprisingly isn't responsible for the deletion of my account!
Shay: wait really?
Ice: yep. I now know the full story here and who should bear my hatred.
???: care to tell us?
Ice: sure, but in the book of ice.
(Short summary: it's 17th birthday, and I'll tell you a story that sounds outright ridiculous, but is what really happened to my old account.)