A little.. thing..*Cough* That I wrote 'cause I enjoy writing. Have fun.
The new beginning is upon us. Noah was right. Weâre doomed. We should have listened. Itâs to late, however. No hope. No hope. Do what you can to survive. Good luck. Iâve accepted it, myself. Iâve accepted my fate. Iâve accepted the fact the God has grown sickened in our sin and is going to destroy all but Noah and the animals. Noah is more pure than any of us. He is far less sinful. That is why God has chosen him. Think about that. If you could go back in time. Think about all of those things youâd change. All of us would be drastically changed people. Iâm running out of time. The water is up to me knees. The people are helpless. The animals are helpless. Grow some gills. Itâs the only chance of survival. Itâs to late to ask Noah for a ride. No second chances. You had yours. The date is February 17. The fate is death. The hope is none. Itâs over. If you can survive for a year on a boat than be my guest. The people are already fighting for wood, boats, supplies, and food. Youâll never make it. I am purposely trying to make you give up. Because it easier than trying and failing. Because failing is whatâs going to happen. Iâm not sorry. I donât feel sorry for any of us. This was our fault. The extent of sin we have done is to great. I donât know what to tell you except give up. Go have fun. Do it quick. Because this is your last day. Iâm running out of time. The water is up to my chest. Iâm surprised the equipment hasnât gone bad. It must be a sign from God. God almighty. The most powerful. The glory of God itself can kill a man. Speaking of death. Death is what we are. Death is what we have become. Give up. Because we are death. We made this future. We brought it upon our selves. Iâm on my tip toes. Itâs almost over. Do you feel honored? To die like this. Die from overwhelming sin. We have become wicked. We are wicked. The is Katie Floodwater signing out. It is finished world. *Bubble sounds*
