Choose Life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the ♥♥♥♥ you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up brats you spawned to replace yourselves.
Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got pc-games?