Journal entry 60: It's been years, probably at this point. Time has lost meaning. The board posts remain as pillars from an ancient world; foreign and forgotten. The music has slowly devolved into a writhing, veiny mess of looperman samples tied to a kobolt.
The prophecy for a savior that will bring our tribes back from the great scattering has all but fallen on deaf ears. The judges will never return... We have lost hope. Now all us few remaining trap producers can do is wait for annihilation.