A scrawny average discord mod, also known as: Ryth, was sitting at his desk. He had a plate of eggo waffles, he cut a piece, and took a bite. Until he got to the last piece, the vertically challenged man chewed the last one. Little did he know it was going to be his last. One second passed, two seconds passes, three seconds goes by. He stops, his throat stops. Then, no oxygen. Hyperventilating, panic, and dying. Okay this was stupid, chocking on an eggo waffle, really? Anyways this man decided that it was a smart decision to flop on the dirty carpet like a fish outta water. Legit no survival instincts found. He struggled until he didn't. Dead. Did the emo look help him? No it didn't, but at least he went out with fashion. Death time: 12:43 pm, July 5th, 2024. It obviously made the local news. He was presumed dead. But was he really? No one knows, his body was never found again, taken away from the casket. Nobody questioned anything, not even the lurking shadows of him. "Run. Run, far away. Don't look back. Run." The wind seemed to whisper. Unless he was actually going insane.

Ryth started to slowly stirr awake again. He didn't know where the hell he was or even what was happening. It would all come to him eventually... Right...?