[ WP ] You got drunk and woke up with a tattoo that reads '31 ' with no recollection of getting it . The next morning it reads '30 ' you suspect it is counting down to something

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 A hand rising up in startled flash and dropping like a timber being fell, directly and with muscle memory accuracy upon the snooze button. Another day, another bunch of obligations. 
 
 Tim slide the covers off, opened his yawning mouth and rubbed his eyes as he did every day. lifting himself out of bed, he went to the shower, took his shirt off and suddenly saw upon his back the number'31'. Being the sort Tim was, he took it upon himself to express his surprise with a `` fuck me. what the fuck is that''. peering closer and closer by minute, raising his tension about the situation. Now with medicine cabinet mirror also gaining different angles on the phenomena, as Tim is a problem solver. 
 
 After about fifteen good minutes of observation, tim being the sort he is, decides its certainly an odd phenomena and starts showering for work; where he can try to wash it off. You can rest assured this bothered him all day. He told no one. 
 
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 A hand rising up in startled flash and dropping like a timber being fell, directly and with muscle memory accuracy upon the snooze button.Another day, another bunch of obligations. 
 
 Tim slide the covers off, opened his yawning mouth and rubbed his eyes as he did every day. Got up, went to the shower, took his shirt off and suddenly it reads'30' on his back. Being the sort Tim was, he took it upon himself to express his surprise with a `` This is getting too weird''; while peering closer and with more scrutiny for the situation. Still with medicine cabinet mirror also gaining different angles on the phenomena. He explores the phenomena for another 15 minutes before going going off to shower and to try to scrub it off once more. You can rest assured this bothered him all day, and it was hard to sleep that night. He told no one. 
 
 
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 A hand rising up in startled flash and dropping like a timber being fell, directly and with muscle memory accuracy upon the snooze button.Another day, another bunch of obligations. 
 
 He jumps out of bed, and runs to the mirror. Lifting his shirt he sees the number'29'. He knows. `` This has to be the countdown to'Half-life 3'''. Tim was that sort of guy.
