*A dry, crinkly tumbleweed meanders past... Chirps from crickets and a steady wind fill your ears. You attempt to "stick out your gyat for the rizzler", as your gen alpha parents told you to do in the case of an emergency, but alas, you remain alone in this desolate place. Somewhere nearby, you spot a sign, some sort of landmark denoting what this forgotten place is or used to be. Brushing a coat of hardened sand away to read the faded letters underneath, the sign merely reads: "Potato-Chicken's Wattpad". Contracting and squeezing, twisting and writhing, your entire body begins to shrivel up as you cringe harder than any other has managed before. And honestly, no one can even blame you. RIP.*