I was tired of everyone making fun of me. For my name. For my figure. For being useless, if not an irritation to everyone. These thoughts ran through my mind as I stood at the top of the cliff. I was going to end it all. I just wanted to die, and today, it would happen. I jumped.
It was an odd sensation. I fell an inch, then stopped. Fell an inch, then stopped. I had time to see the bottom of the cliff and I started to panic. There were parts of bodies stacked on top of each other. I was falling so slowly, I wondered if the landing would even be fatal. It wasn't; I landed. The bottom half of my body began to blink, and it disappeared.
This was bad. I couldn't move. And what was worse, someone else decided to commit suicide today, and they fell right on top of me. It must have been a bad day for everyone, because another person fell off of the cliff. They landed near me, and my top half began to blink.
This is it, I thought. I was done with everyone making fun of me for my name, Cubo. For my figure, four cubes put together into one bigger cube. For being useless, if not an irritation to everyone. These thoughts ran through my mind as I disappeared.
I felt like I was falling. Was this it? The afterlife? I looked down. Nope, just deja-vu. There were bodies below me. My life was in an endless loop of birth, depression, suicide, rebirth, depression, suicide, rebirth.
Well, this sucks. Why do people even play this game?