The antici... pation is killing me

Tomorrow is either going to be the greatest day of my life... or the death of me.

You'll feel it though, a sudden warmth in your heart, a shiver down your spine, a cool breeze on your face. You will know, my friends, the moment when i achieve ultimate-ness. Yes you will all feel the moment.

And if for some mother fucked of a reason i am beaten at my attempt you will feel the earth tremble beneath the carpet, hear the sound of chairs knocking over as thousands are compelled to commit suicide, hear the crackling of your skin as you narrowly avoid contact with one of the many fire balls which will be-a-flying, see the blood upon you hands as you murder all those around you and then you'll find yourself at the bottom of a diving pool filled completely with every single person you've ever loved skinned alive but still breathing and squirming and you must climb out to what you think will be freedom and a life away from this hell only to hear the yelling of "Nein Nein Nein Nein Nein Nein!" grow louder and louder as you push up past the bodies, your toes in eyes, your hair sticky from blood and torn off bits of your best friend caught in your armpit... and when you think it could not get any worse you'll catch the spark that bounces off your most hated enemy's eye as they are crowned royalty.

so... anyone who dares to take me on tomorrow in the contest of all contests, be warned, the universe is against you.