I waited like a frozen NPC for the bus on Christmas Eve. My brain was at 0%, my phone was at 1%, and the bus was running late because, apparently, the Christmas spirit despises me. It felt like a legendary spawn when the bus eventually arrived. Everyone inside appeared to be dead. Even though my own finances were precarious, I paid for an elderly man who ran out of money halfway through the ride. "Merry Christmas," he said. "Game over," my wallet said. "You're late," my family said when I got home. My mouth was full, so I said nothing. I ate like a wild animal and placed a small gift beneath the tree.
stake id: zexuan
