Falling down face-first on a pile of fine, white powder, was something I never expected to do, regardless if it was the real world or the virtual one.
Back in reality, the popularity of my unfinished project grew high enough to give me basically unlimited personal funds at a degree no sane man could ever figure out a way to spend it all.
And yet, I stayed as far away from drugs as I could, perfectly aware of what they could do to a human.
So now, with my nose digging into the small pile of a cocaine-looking powder, even with all the desperation filling my soul and the main plot pulling me…
I was quite reluctant to snort up. But, with my body falling apart, what else was there for me to do?
'With how people get addicted to it and spent fortunes to just get a little bit more… since I'm dying anyway, what hurt could it bring?'
