It began so simply, really.  As all things must.

It began with the touch of a finger, a “poke” if you will.

This small act, this simple prick of a finger, lead to another and another.

A chain reaction began.  A battle, no a war had been brewed from the tea leaves of strife.  This would not end well.  Soon, this poke “war” had escalated.  No longer was it only poking, a written threat: “Tim Hau, I swear to god, if you poke me one more time, I can’t be responsible for what happens”.  As life goes, it was too late.  I had ordered for another poking moments before, and as you all know, once a poke is ordered, there’s no reclaiming it.

The returning volley came quickly, and hit its mark with terrible accuracy.  I’d been poked.  I looked down as I saw the a red spot in my shoulder beging to swell.  I knew it was over.

As I write this, dying, I curse those who have wronged me.  That man, is JOEL GILLMAN.  And the place in which the end of this world is that accursed place.  That hell hole from which none can escape.  I lie here, dying by the hands of FACEBOOK poke.

I…I lived a good life.

OH.  And I’m SO excited for Helsinki/Yeah!.  We’ve got tickets for me and Sammy-bear right?