the screams drew closer as my pen touches the canvas one final time. lightning cracks as the wolves start howling. what have i done? what have i created? the horror shrieks from my abdomen. i feel the piercing blade from within. nothing but dust remains on this desolate world. all because of my pen. my pen to an open void. my pen to a new world that views where a broken man once stood. i shouted with all my might and yet the silence grew louder. i hear nothing. i feel nothing. the pen drops like a mouse. pandas cry while i stare within. i walk over to where the broken man once stood and pick up the remains. my pen. my pen to my canvas to my broken desolate world. my pen to the silence of the howls and screams and horrors within. my pen to the lighting striking down within my abdomen. my pen screaming from within. i pick him up and tell him this: "my time is up" he squeals and whines while i carry him to the computer screen which views the following: "Kirby: Squeak Squad- 100%: 1:04:47"