THe EnD

For sixty years you have been sprawled on a moldy bed. A lady comes in to check up on you every three to five days. You cannot get out of this bed. The house you live in is trashed. Its a abandoned house many people commune in. Times are hard. You are frail and yet you cannot die. You have been ready to die for so long, but death won't come.

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• 1 bugs infest you room
• 2 A relative visits