The dating game creepypasta

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After all, I've lived countless lifetimes blissfully unaware that we, as a species, are trapped.

Not quite dead, but doomed in a purgatory-like state that, unless we intervene, will persist until all the stars in the sky go dim--and perhaps even beyond.

The Dating Game I had been single for a while, and I was sick and tired of it.

Being 32 and single is no laughing matter; the traumatic experiences of watching your friends get married, have children, and attain the American dream are akin to the hopeless depression of the schizophrenic mental patient.

It’s no different with Hallowroots, except that the things pointed at you will be a lot stranger. Like I’ve said to many other employees here; plenty of people live long lives there and a shocking number of them just adapt to the weirdness. I know it sounds crazy, and yes, the things I now know may be too much for our species to grasp.While the effects of your mind shattering might ultimately serve humanity's greater interests, I suppose the parts of me that remain human still possess some morbid, misplaced sympathy for the ignorant.There were some serious lookers in there, and I swear my pants shrunk a couple sizes at the sight of some of these dresses. The first girl I sat down with was quite young; a 22 year old mother of three.She had made a lot of mistakes in her life, and seemed far more than I could handle.