[ OT ] All Hail the Hypnotoa- I mean the WP MODS ! ! ( and a game ! )

Mr. Bubbles seemed to be fixed in time in the empty bowl I had found the weeks prior down by the river. I was never a fan of pets as a child but felt I needed the company of a fish when I found Mr. Bubbles flopping wildly on the land near my home. I had n't the hear to leave the fish, I had n't the strength to let it back in the water for the fear of being alone again. 
 
 Fortunately I'd made several trips to a park nearby and collected food for myself and Mr. Bubbles. Usually scavenging through trash bins and collecting apples around some trees in the center of the park. I still had some clean clothes left so I was only slightly looked upon as a mess of a man with no shame. I scoured the park in hopes of an overflowing trash bin as they provided the biggest bounty of wasted scraps. Mr. Bubbles and I always had an apple for our dessert. It was a sweet end to our usually bland and aging main course. 
 
 There was no current hope of myself finding an ending to my lifestyle. I was stuck after running from home and without credit and without job prospects, i'd be continuing my hunt for daily food to survive. The winter was coming soon but my mini-van was well insulated and the blankets and spare clothing I had brought with me were well enough to keep me warm. Food may be more difficult to locate in the winter but I was willing to continue my dream of avoiding the slaving away of a 9-5 job where I hated myself. I was determined to not follow the path of my father whom worked a 9-5 and took his own life. I would not fall into depression and take my life. I would experience this dreadful and difficult life I placed in front of myself and I would never look back. 
 
 Table. Tree. Elf.
