Why did all my VR friends leave me; k3rn, yuru, jelly, and others that I won't name, they’re all gone. Everything and everyone that I love is ripped away from me. I have tried to lose weight as hard as I can, but I guess there really is nothing eatable left here. I thought I was ready. I thought it was my time to taste final victory, defeat my enemies and have peace at last. It could have only been the case if I had played my part perfectly. It was foolhardy to think that I was up to the task so soon. During my last workout session, I had mastered control of my emotions, of feeling no remorse when I shitpost someone. I had mastered control of my willpower, of feeling no desire to eat when I'm full, of never seeking a pizza or burger joint when I hit my 6k cals a day. I had mastered control of my workshop, so that every action I take must personally do me good, so that I might never be informative or manipulated into helping someone else instead. But I had forgot a very important skill. The art of being white.