[ WP ] Your name is Vincent Van Gogh . Your day consists of painting , drinking , and dodging time travellers come back to show you how famous you are in the future .

The smell of the oils filled my room, but I had gotten accustomed to it for I have spent my life painting and drawing. Ugh I'll have to get up and live another damn day. I hated life and I wanted out. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat back puffing a cigarette.'I might as well finish the drawing I was working on last night' I thought to myself. I was just sick of it all, this idiotic routine in this idiotic universe. A bright light shot across the room. Momentarily blinded, I tried to make sense of what I was able to capture. A man in his middle ages dressed in a blue pantaloons and a red plaid shirt. `` MR. VAN GOGH IS THIS REALLY YOU'' 
 Ugh not another one of these damn fools. I hated dealing with them. They were the plague of my life, the cancer of my existence. Apparently, I am a big deal in the future, a real famous man, and these naive time travellers keep coming back to tell me and meet me in person. I hated them as I hated life. They were a big part of the problem. 
'Not another one of you please leave' 
'but mr. gogh do you realise how famous you are in the future??' 
'i do now please show yourself out' 
 but he would not leave, as did the others. He wanted a signature, a photograph, an interview, the whole deal. I had to deal with him like the others. 
 I brought him into the sole room on the roof to show my private collection, and being the curious dogs they are, he followed my lead. I took him up, showed him a painting, hit him in the back of the head with a mallet, slit his jugular as he was down, the picked up the corpse and buried him with the others. 
 As I was about to burn his time machine-an oddly shaped handheld contraption- I wondered why I never used any of them to see where these bafoons come from. There was a button that said return among many others. Curiously, I clicked on it and a bright flash shone around me and when it disappeared I was in a new place all alone in a white neat room. I wondered what they'll think back home when I do n't return, perhaps they'll think I committed suicide. Oh well time to do some exploration in this new universe. I rose from my seat and exited the room.
