“Converting to a religion is a gracious endeavor, yet it changes the reality you hold forever.” - Averick Tellings

  Chapter Seventeen:

  I woke up feeling uncomfortable, and I decided that today I was going to question myself about nihilism. After all, it was such a complex and beautiful subject, and I feel that it could maybe lead to a change. Change is good, I have not had change for a very long time. I looked around The Room and saw myself, standing in the center of The Room, staring at me.

  “What?” I asked.

  I sat frozen on my bed, staring at myself as I stood staring at me from the middle of The Room. What is going on?!

  Slowly, myself in the center of The Room crouched down and grabbed something, before then standing up and pointing it at me. The Book called it: a weapon incorporating a metal tube from which bullets, shells, or other missiles are propelled by explosive force, typically making a characteristic loud, sharp noise.

  A gun.

  I heard a light click, and the world burst into a shower of pain, and then cold, and then bck.