Well, it finally happened. I got to page 568 and I couldn't take it anymore. Didn't need the first-wave 'rona flashbacks, couldn't stand the nonsense Facebook posts that sounded like they came from people I know, and just got numb to the horrific food that brought me here. I thought I was going to read the whole thread from start to finish and be all hip and up-to-date, but I think I overdosed on Wet Meat Jack and flatlined for ninety seconds. It baffles me that that man survived 2020 at all, even ignoring him being top-floor high-risk for 'rona complications.
But hey, I'm kinda up to speed now, and I look forward to whatever karma has in store next for our favorite wendigo.
And I'll take my autism badge in sterling silver, please. Brass discolors my pallid translucent skin.