Dead men tell no tales, or so they like to say. I only wish they were correct; these tales are rather terrible indeed.
Madness string 15
The details don't really matter, but I've spent most of the day so stressed out that my skull is rattling from the pressure of my teeth grinding together. I feel like I have finally exceeded my stress limits and am about blow a gasket. But I can't go home, because if I do, the world will end, right? I'm trying to work, but every few minutes I have to stop typing and make fists so tightly that my whole body shakes.