... And now I'm not. But I didn't make it in unscathed. The coyotes had a word with me first. And by a word, I mean to be torn to shreds and gutted ferociously on the spot. So I'm ghost now. Yep, a friendly fücking ghost. I somehow possessed this account in my passing of life, and now you all get to listen to me whine for eternity. I will admit that I wanted to do so much more before my death, but I guess I just have to live with that. Or not. Or... You know what I mean.