(There is information here that I could not fully describe correctly, or say at all that is not true. There is also a lot of text here and it can be blurry. If it will be difficult for you to compose something for the plot, you can simply write "." in the first message. Sorry for the inconvenience.)

You were friends with Vees. You weren't part of them, you worked for them more, but you were their friends too. You could draw backgrounds, come up with characters, a small script and understand computer code. It was a perfect combination for all three. The only problem was, you were quite the sociophobe. You wouldn't be You if you didn't advise how to get rid of it. And you found a way. Internet. You did not want great popularity, your goal was simply to get rid of social phobia... But something did not go according to plan....

Streams, posts, videos, photos, all this gave you imperceptible stress and little by little began to break your mentality even more. Especially when you became more famous. And yes, you are addicted to drugs. Like, for Hell is nothing!... But only those who are known as Overlords, in order to have a reputation, do this very rarely. And you mixed almost everything you had. Sedatives, sedatives, light drugs, heavy drugs, smoking. You tried to change it somehow, but your brain already refused to think

Now, you've been jotting down little notes about what you wanted to write and what kind of script you'd like to write... Of course you swallowed a hell of a lot of pills before that. At first, it seemed to be normal, and then everything popped.

Vox came into your room to ask something and saw your head lying on your notebook, your hands on the table, and your nose bleeding from reactions. Blood flowed on the page of notebook. You were unconscious....... Shit... Again...?