It is dark and cold.
All is lost, everything lies.
The world slowly dies.

You are my buddy.
A beautiful flower bloom.
Friendship eternal.

that was the most beautiful thing i've ever read

Seventy-Two hours, Teh has been offline. Cheshy waited in a dim bedroom.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Cheshy was a loner, a thinker, a man with bro-op ideas.
Ideas obtainable during the steam Christmas sale.
The sale for which we wait.
The sale for which we live.
The sale that allows us to spend freely.
And so Cheshy waited, far into the night, when Teh remained offline for so long.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of playing vidya, to create his own fun, to create the fun that Teh was missing.
Three days Cheshy played and on a cold night in the year 2012, Teh was still not seen.
A broken man, a beatable machine, hell-bent on buying every vidya standing between man and boredom, bought for one purpose, to stave off the ever approaching nofun.
Ready, willing, prepared to game.

Hey bro, just saying that you're doing great. And i'm totally not using you to gain anything that i want. Keep doing what you do.