A World Without String Is Chaos
A World Without String Is Chaos,
Fred was going to do the thing. Suicide.
Not a pleasant word. Fred liked to call it rage quit.
He was going to jam a knife into his neck. The type you peel apples with.
This ordinary knife was actually something else.
“I cut the strings of fate that bind you mortals to your destiny.”
What the [email protected]# does that mean.
Join Fred to figure out what the [email protected]# that means!
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