and then i felt the overwhelming urge to carve a moment of pure happiness out of the aethyr. i knew it was possible, else they never would have invented the word "happy" in the first place. try as i might, though, nothing came to me. the insidious arms of the darkness continued to embrace me, the black continued to french kiss me. i was lost, and alone, no map to guide me to the higher lands now that i had sunk so desperately low. everyone i knew committed suicide all at once, just to prove a point.

"well," i decided, suddenly smiling, "at least i've got my health!"