A story. A young man, Naphtha is his name. He has been quite miserable lately. His apartment is one big mess, in which he dwells only on one centralised spot, mountains of garbage all around him. This goes to a point where constantly sitting on the same spot in the same pose has made his back look like the face of a freshly pubertizing teenager. His teeth are tainted by smoking and in a bad shape because of his constant grinding. His lungs can handle the smoking even worse. He owes money to a few people and can barely uphold his "life" style. He doesn't have a drivers licence. He doesn't need it, because he just sits in front of his living central all day, the computer. His girlfriend has told him she needs a break (aka effectively left him), his parents and siblings told him his life is leading nowhere and with his studies several terms over the norm, this seems rather true. His life has degenerated into rotting on the spot, succumbed to eternal apathy.
But this must end.
I am Naphtha.
And I want a better life.
Join me on my quest.
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