Grimsh's Plan

Choose no life. Choose no career. Choose no family. Choose a fucking big
project. Choose areas, guilds and original eq-pieces. Choose no sleep, high
caffein and kludge solutions. Choose fixing typos all day long. Choose tunes
from hell. Choose ugly descs in a range of fucking ascii colors. Choose telnet
and wondering why the fuck you're logged on on a Sunday morning. Choose
sitting in that chair watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing lines of code,
stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all,
pishing your last in some broken piece of code, nothing more than an
embarrassment to the lifeless, whining mortals who just want more and better.
Choose your future.
Choose to wiz.