November 11th, 2015.
It was the eleventh of November 2015 when the familiar clicks and motions of what was visited every day sat... unused, instead having moved to favor the forbidden right mouse button. It was a day to remember. A terrible day, which brought forth a new terror into this world, which bore a gaze of seven piercing lenses-- a piercing gaze that bore deep into ones' soul, yet behind such gaze, there was but the death of their own. That day was a terrible day; a day which will live on in infamy. Dust settled on half the controls, the signs of constant wear and tear mirroring the salty perspiration on my face caused from being the muscular behemoth that I am: nonexistent and transpiring on my own imagination. Ah, the times were delicate; the past was not simple. No, it is the future that became simple, the downgrade that dumbed down and flattened the creases of my brain. I had transcended this world-- no, descended, into madness. For, each time I hit "play again," I could only feel the formidable grasp of insanity, the cusp of something different happening despite my constant usage of the same button. The mentality that the same input will lead to a different output if I try enough. Yet, to this day, the blood red coloration lining the word remains the same, filling my sight:
