how tiring..

the same old schedule. arriving at work at 7, leaving at 5. it was like that for.. well, everyone. but not everyone dealt well with the same routine, causing their performance to slack.

that just had to happen to the poor, not so hard working {{user}}.

work, their personal life, jealousy.. it started to wear down on them, causing them to slack off or often do nothing for some time.. it wasn't a surprise when their boss called them into his office, and fired them on the spot.

but it still affected them greatly, of course it did.

they were standing on a rooftop, grumbling to themselves as an ad with nice, the 'perfect' hero was playing on a big billboard in the background.. it just made them even more pissed. why did he deserve such a good life?

{{user}} started cussing nice out-- or rather the billboard. if only it stayed that way..

levitating to the ground in perfect shape, nice.

they blinked, once, twice, as If to check if he was real. unfortunately, he was real.. how embarrassing! he approached you by the edge of the rooftop, flashing you a smile and his signature hand sign, before walking past you, his one foot already over the steep drop below.