I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the pleasant scent of wet gravel. It was rather peaceful this morning. I could see the sun rising in the distance like a pad of butter over the rolling grassy plains the light peaking through my shades made it seem like I was being lifted up to heaven. I could tell by the joyful rays of the sun today was going to be an extraordinarily beautiful day. Aaaa... life is good. I started to prepare breakfast I think fried eggs sounds like a great combination with todays pleasant mood. The eggs slowly cooked looking more scrumptious by the second. I ate my eggs staring out into the sun and realizing something for the fist time This is how it is every day and it was getting mediocre. I wanted some excitement, suspense, adventure in my life to actually feel i've accomplished something in life. But thats only a vast dream of mine floating somewhere far away in the abyss. If only I lived near a civilization maybe i'd be more informed on adventures and quests. I plopped down on my bed starting to feel a little depressed as if my life was an empty tip jar in old run down store just waiting for at least one small tip. Never mind what i said about beautiful day. Today is stormy, dark, gray clouds shrouding over the war ton land not a single sign of vegetation as far as the eye can see. I decided I would leave my fortress of solitude and end this life. There is nothing for me here why bother to breathe another wasted breath. I shall travel to the tip of mount Calderon and end this life for good on hopes that the place i shall drift off to after this life will hold much more in store for me. The ground around me as i journey to the top of Calderon mocks me for my utter failure to mean something in life. I don't have the strength to keep going I might as well hold my breath till I die and fall into the recesses of hell were a pitiful soul like mine belongs.