There is nothing inside me. I'm a hollow shell of a man. I've toiled my life away for what. Happiness, Luck, prosperity, maybe even love? No. it was for an idle game. A game with no purpose but to click the cookie. But that cookie consumed all. It beckoned to me with every waking hour. haunting the dim corners or the dankness of dreams. It is there. Ever present. The weight of a million cookies weighs me down but I cannot stop, I've gone too far. Soon the million becomes billions and then trillions. Im crushing myself with a weight unbearable and for what. Nothing, nothing at all. The weight grows and grows each day overwhelmed with thoughts of cookie clicker. They crash upon me like great waves onto a weak wooden pier. I struggle to break free but it is almost in vain. And with a great push I'm free to the light. But the light is not as bright as it once was. It is a light not filled with life and joy. What is the point of light if there is no joy? The cookies know I'm coming back.

There is nothing inside me. I'm a hollow shell of a man. I've toiled my life away for what. Happiness, Luck, prosperity, maybe even love? No. it was for an idle game. A game with no purpose but to click the cookie. But that cookie consumed all. It beckoned to me with every waking hour. haunting the dim corners or the dankness of dreams. It is there. Ever present. The weight of a million cookies weighs me down but I cannot stop, I've gone too far. Soon the million becomes billions and then trillions. Im crushing myself with a weight unbearable and for what. Nothing, nothing at all. The weight grows and grows each day overwhelmed with thoughts of cookie clicker. They crash upon me like great waves onto a weak wooden pier. I struggle to break free but it is almost in vain. And with a great push I'm free to the light. But the light is not as bright as it once was. It is a light not filled with life and joy. What is the point of light if there is no joy? The cookies know I'm coming back.