text: **** The clock ticks. It will keep ticking. For exactly One Year. Unus Annus. Twelve months. Fifty two weeks. Three hundred and sixty five days. Each day, a task must be completed. Well, not just normal tasks. Tasks that incur suffering and pain. Tasks that punish and torture. Consume that which is made with the tools used to exercise grotesque erotic urges. Build and destroy utilising only horribly deformed limbs. Go blind to see death. Go deaf to hear death. Go numb to feel death. These are but some of the cruel tasks that await. For there are three hundred and sixty five of these tasks. All different, all unique, all with the intent to make you wish you were doing anything else. But you will have to live through it for One Year. Unus Annus. They are not unlike the labours that Greek heroes had to go through for their abundant sins. But instead of twelve over twelve years, such as those of Heracles. It is three hundred and sixty five over three hundred and sixty five days. The hardship and stress of the Labours all compressed into One Year. Unus Annus. But what great sins are you atoning for? Living a wrong life, which brought suffering upon many and desecrating the sacredness of family, like Heracles did? Or living a life that was not wrong enough, not taking risks, missing out on an opportunity which was only presented to you for a year? And for having missed that opportunity, you must now be punished for another. Perhaps, you have not committed great sins, and instead you are a martyr, suffering for what you believe to be a greater cause, suffering for the sake of others. A selfless act of sacrifice, which is amplified by the fact that it lasts One Year. Unus Annus. Regardless of why you must live through this, there is only one thing that you can ask of those that witness your suffering. Ask them that they don’t follow in your footsteps. Ask them to never attempt to re-enact this atrocity. Ask them to watch and learn from you. For you know what horrors this year holds. Horrors that develop and fester in new forms every single day, finding new ways to abuse you physically and mentally until you are exhausted in every way possible. It is only to hope the fatigue sets in near the end of this One Year. Unus Annus. So, are you prepared for this journey? Are you prepared to drag yourself through a year of pain? The answer is likely no, but it is too late. The mechanism has already been set in motion. Oh, and if you thought slacking was a possibility, that you could perhaps find ways to postpone this terror, it is not recommended. Clear goals have been set. If you achieve these goals in time? Good for you, the suffering will be made infinitesimally more bearable. But if you do not achieve them in time? It will only incur more suffering. So just put up with it until the end. What does the end bring you might wonder? Release. Freedom. All that encompassed this year of suffering will cease to exist, as if it never happened. The only evidence of your suffering is your own trauma. Will you persevere and reduce this ordeal to nothing but a faint memory? Or will you succumb under the overwhelming prospect of three hundred and sixty five cruel tasks? There is no need to answer this now, just remember Memento Mori. Unus Annus.