My name is Spade, and I am 18 years old. People fear me but Harvard and schools want me, too bad I'm too interested in different things. Just me, my girlfriend, and blowing the White House up. I'm such an INTP incel, teehee. Not only does that happen, I shoot up my high school and disappear. I also just meditate and meet my future child... Get shot by police... And get engaged! 2024 is a year, y'know. Nothing really changed, so I was the change. Oh, and I hope I don't become a deity of Death. My fiance, my girlfriend, my love, is a God of Life. So, I don't really know. (I'm joking. I do know.) My only hope is that my friends stay together. If not, I just have to end them. See you around, I see everything.