[ENCRYPTED: RELEASE DATE 1 YEAR LATER]
Here's the first thing you need to know: I hate my life and everything in it.
So I decided to get the hell out. But not go quietly.
I thought a lot about how to do this. I could buy a gun, like pretty much any asshole in America. Bar the doors one morning and take out as many Bayview lemmings as I have bullets for before turning the last one on myself.
And I'd have a lot of bullets.
But that's been done to death. It doesn't have the same impact anymore.
I want to be more creative. More unique. I want my suicide to be talked about for years. I want imposters to try to imitate me. And fail, because the planning this takes is beyond your average depressed loser with a death wish.
You've been watching it unfold for a year now. If it's gone the way I hope, you have no clue what actually happened.