Actually, you don't want to talk to us. Why not?
Originally the chat was meant to be just a party. However, the party never stopped. Every day I feared the party would die. I prayed by my bed daily and I had libations for the Party God. There would be party crashers, the police would come because of a noise complaint. People did drunken backflips and died.
Now, the chat is a wasteland. Destroyed by the fallout from the partying. Some of us managed to survive by staying in bunkers, which were six feet underground and had a foot of concrete between the earth and us. We're low on water and there are only a few cans of food left. I had to eat my dog, yesterday.
I have seen what men become when they are starved. Like zombies, they will devour anything. Their eyes become hollowed abysses. It’s as if they had been crudely carved out with a knife. Inside, they are empty. Only living to feed the hunger. This unsatisfiable hunger it consumes you. There is no single thought of anything, but to feed.
All joking aside, you should join if you need someone to talk to. It may feel like you’re talking to yourself or a brick wall, but who else would listen?